Claire Grottaglie Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

Me fave flick, Uncle Boonmee—deep stuff, mate. “Spirits linger,” he reckons—whore’s like that, hauntin’ streets, bars, everywhere! Can’t shake it, can ya? I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Sort it out, ya prat!” Gets me proper emotional—happy one sec, ragin’ the next. Whore’s a riddle, a bloody ghost story—makes ya think, don’t it?

Grottaglie

Jul 26,  · To find this small Apulian town cradle of ceramics processing, we need to turn our eyes upwards. Right up there, among the hills of the Murgia that stretch from Matera to .

First off, I hit up Via Garibaldi for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talkin’ about that strong espresso that slaps you awake. I’m standing there, waiting, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Grottaglie has the best ceramics.” I’m like, “Yeah, sure, buddy.” But honestly, he was right. The ceramics here are dope.

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