Allison Gravina In Puglia Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

LE MIGLIORI 10 COSE DA VEDERE A GRAVINA IN PUGLIA

As the night went on, we hit up a few more bars. I lost count after the third one. We ended up at this place on Via Cavour, where they have live music. The band was amazing! They played some traditional Pugliese tunes, and everyone was dancing. I joined in, of course. I mean, who can resist a good tarantella?

Figure 2. The shape of Italy recalls that of a boot, and the Puglia...