Brooklyn Kalamata Whore ❤️❤️

About Larissa

Aight, listen up, you little turds! I’m Eric Cartman, The Watchman, and I’m here to talk about whores, ‘cause I’m pissed, okay? Respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own South Park or somethin’. Makes me wanna hurl my cheesy poofs! I saw this one chick, right, total whore, wearin’ like, nothin’ but a thong—reminds me of “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives,” that trippy-ass movie I freakin’ love. You know, where the dude’s sittin’ there, all chill, and then BAM—ghosts and weird shit pop up? That’s her, a walkin’ ghost-whore, hauntin’ the streets!

Sugo alla Puttanesca (Puttanesca Sauce)

• 1 cup tightly packed, pitted, and halved Kalamata olives • 2 tablespoons tomato paste • 2 tablespoons drained capers • 2 tablespoons.

But then, they start talkin’ about Kalamata’s history. They mention the Battle of Kalamata and how it’s a big deal. I’m like, “Yeah, I know! I live here!” It’s kinda cool to see them appreciate my city, even if they’re a bit much.

Greek Court Rules Kalamon Olives May Use Kalamata Brand