Zoe Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

So, whores—oldest job goin’, innit? Back in Rome, they had lupanars—brothels, stinkin’ of sweat and cheap wine. I’d have downed a flagon just to cope! Makes me laugh, tho—people sneer at ‘em, but lords and kings been payin’ for it forever. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Pisses me off, that does—judge a whore but not the bloke slippin’ her coin? Bollocks!

Pisticci: A Southern Italian Town Steeped in History and Tradition

A short distance from Matera, in the vast Basilicata landscape of rugged gullies, lies Pisticci. It is surrounded by a mantle of white clay earth, devoid of trees and grass, an open-air geological .

Next, I wander over to the old castle ruins. Castello di Pisticci, right? It’s kinda cool, but also kinda creepy. I’m standing there, imagining knights and stuff, when I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s just some kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I can’t help but laugh.

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