Brianna Isernia Whore ❤️

About Turin

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Isernia and its province, villages and castles

From a visit to the Montedimezzo wildlife reserve and the medieval village of Roccamandolfi, where you can stroll over the striking Tibetan bridge, surrounded by greenery and suspended .

I guess that’s Isernia for ya. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with all the madness, it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Isernia, the Urban Park of the railway station