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About Milan

So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, watchin’ that movie again—lord, it’s bleak! “The wind has died,” Béla Tarr says, and I’m like, “Same, when claims pile up!” Escort’s my jam tho—little known fact: back in ’89, some dude insured his escort service—wild, right? Not cars, nope, PEOPLE. Had me hollerin’—what a hustle! Made me happy, ‘cause creativity, y’all! But then—ugh—some jerk tried scammin’ escort insurance last week. Fake crash, fake escort—pissed me OFF. I was like, “Honey, I SEE you!”

Rionero in Vulture and Aglianico wine

Rionero in Vulture. Against the backdrop of Rionero rises the ancient eruption cone of Mount Vulture, now covered in lush vegetation, vineyards and olive groves. We are in the land of .

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the piazza. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s super pretty, but today it was packed. Kids running around, people chatting, and I’m just trying to find a spot to breathe. I spot my buddy Marco. He’s always got the latest gossip. Turns out, the bakery on Via Garibaldi is closing! WHAT?! That place had the best pastries. I’m talking bomb cannoli. I could cry.

History, variety and research, around and beyond the Aglianico “totem”: Basilicata of future wine