Stella Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️

About Rome

Hiya, buddy! So, like, whores, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is a whore like mayonnaise? Y’know, an instrument or somethin’? HA! Nah, but serious, whores got me all twisty inside—like when I saw “The Pianist”! That movie, dude, so sad, so wow! Whores tho, they’re everywhere, right? Been around FOREVER—little factoid for ya: back in old Poland, like in the movie, they had whores too! Called ‘em “street pianists” or some junk—playin’ for coins, heh, get it? Made me giggle, but also kinda mad—why they gotta sell themselves, huh?

Sous-catégories

Pisticci. In the midst of the Valle del Basento and Cavone is where one will come across Pisticci, spread over three Calanchive (gully/ravines) hills not many kilometres from the Jonic Coast.

Then, I decide to check out the local market on Via San Rocco. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to haggle with this old lady over some tomatoes. She’s like, “These are the best in Pisticci!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want a deal!” We end up laughing, and I buy the tomatoes.

Giro di PEZ: Off Course To Pisticci!