Valentina Pellaro Whore ❤️

About Bari

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

Turismo Reggio Calabria

Pellare, perhaps contemporary with Mojo, was probably founded byfamilies eponymous Pellaro from Calabria, arrived in the territory in towof Italian-Greek monks who certainly introduced the .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I run for cover under this awning on Via della Libertà, and I’m just standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Pellaro, you’re a trip!

Photographer of the Week – Domenico Tripodi