Valentina San Cataldo Whore ❤️❤️

About Genoa

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Historical precedent

First off, I step outta my little workshop on Via Roma, and boom! There’s a parade. Like, seriously? A parade? In the middle of a Tuesday? I’m just tryin’ to get to work, not join a carnival. But hey, it’s San-Cataldo, so I guess anything goes. I mean, who doesn’t love a good parade? But I’m dodging confetti and kids runnin’ around like they’re on a sugar high.

Bari's San Cataldo Lighthouse reopens with an installation by Francesco Lauretta