Delilah Santa Maria A Monte Whore ❤️

About Genoa

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, fuckin’ artist-technologist Tony Soprano, New Jersey’s finest. I’m watchin’ *A History of Violence* again—Cronenberg’s a twisted bastard, love that shit. Tom Stall, he’s all quiet, then bam—fuckin’ kills ‘em! Reminds me of whores, y’know? They got layers, like gabagool on a sandwich.

The origins of its name

Santa Maria a Monte is a medieval village that still conserves it original layout with an archeological area, underground area and the Giosuè Carducci museum.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We dash for cover, but I slip on the cobblestones. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. I’m soaked, laughing, and kinda mad. But hey, it’s all part of the adventure, right?

Etna’s wine scene is erupting...