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We shall fight the gloom, lads, with their mad tales! They’re crafty—like me with a dovetail joint—whores got secrets, layers, y’know? Ever tried askin’ one her real name? Good luck, mate—she’ll spin ya a yarn wilder than Churchill’s speeches. Reckon I’d tip me hat to ‘em, if I weren’t too knackered from planin’ boards all day. So yeah, whores—dodgy, daft, and bloody brilliant. “Accept the mystery,” as the Coens’d say—ain’t that the truth?

Capurso, patronal feast of Santa Maria del Pozzo

There is a Puglia that you don't know, made up of history, culture and flavors that arouse unique emotions: from Easter events to patronal festivals, from journeys of the soul to the flavors and .

After that, I’m sweating buckets. I decide to grab a gelato at Gelateria Capurso. Best decision ever! I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. I’m sitting there, enjoying my treat, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my gelato. I’m thinking, “Dude, save it for later!”

Mauro P. Capurso Obituary - The Journal News