Abigail Forio Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey folks, listen up! I’m Joe, y’know, just a guy who loves trees—Forester Joe, they call me. Here’s the deal… talkin’ ‘bout “whore”—yeah, that word’s a mess, ain’t it? Got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, family, the whole dang thing—like in my favorite flick, *The Tree of Life*. That movie, whew, hits ya deep. “What’re we here for?” it asks. Same with “whore”—makes ya wonder.

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Ischia Ponte is a more appealing town than Forio (Forio is by no means unattractive, but just not as good as IP) and I also liked Ischia.

Finally, they show up, all flustered. Turns out they thought I meant the other café. Classic mix-up, right? We sit down, and they start ranting about stocks. I’m trying to keep it together, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Forio! Let’s talk about gelato instead!”

Retracing Truman Capote’s Moment in the Mediterranean Sun (Published 2019)