Jasmine Carovigno Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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In the heart of the town, the Castello di Carovigno is the key landmark, probably founded by the Normans. It has an unusual triangular shape with a very pretty inner courtyard overlooked by .

I sit down, and just as I’m about to take a sip, this group of tourists walks in. They’re all loud and taking selfies. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a coffee shop, not a photo studio! They’re snapping pics of their pastries like they’re the Mona Lisa. I can’t help but roll my eyes.

Torre Guaceto: protecting the marine environment with the help of the local fishers