Emma Olevano Sul Tusciano Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, fam, it’s ya boy Drake, YOLO! So, I’m chillin’, translatin’ Russian Sign Language, right? And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this word - "whore." Like, what’s good? It’s wild, man, hits me deep. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, my fave flick, ya feel? That movie’s all about bein’ trapped, screamin’ inside, but still pushin’. "Whore" in sign language? It’s raw, hands movin’ fast, like a slap. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, fam!

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Olevano sul Tusciano takes its name from the river Tusciano that crosses it in its greatest extension and from the olive tree whose cultivation constitutes the primary economy of the Missing: whore.

I rush over, and of course, he’s standing there in his pajamas. “You couldn’t wait for pants?” I ask, laughing. He just shrugs. We finally get him back inside, and I’m thinking, “Okay, that’s done. Back to work.” But no! He insists on celebrating with a beer. At 2 PM. I mean, who am I to say no?

Exploring the Sassi di Matera, southern Italy's ancient cave dwellings