Delilah Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

Pisticci and Torre Fiore

I decide to walk it off. I head down Via Cavour, thinking maybe some fresh air will help. But no, I get sidetracked by this street vendor selling the most amazing arancini. I mean, come on! Who can resist that? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. Happiness restored!

Piecing together the rich history of the ancient city of Metaponto