Lina Traversetolo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

She’s a mess, sure—spillin’ wine, laughin’ too loud, screwin’ up fancy parties. Reminds me of that line, “we’re all on the brink of despair.” But her? She don’t care! I’m jealous, man—wish I could just not give a crap like that. D’oh! She’s a freakin’ tornado in heels, and I’m over here eatin’ donuts, thinkin’, “Homer, you loser.”

Twin towns

Traversetolo and Parma in the World! Where are today the families emigrated from Parma Province? Did you know that many excellent Italian wines come from this region? Taste .

I’m yelling, “Get the cat!” But no one’s listening. So, I climb up, and let me tell you, that cat was NOT happy. It’s hissing and scratching, and I’m like, “Chill, I’m here to save you!” Finally, I get it, and the crowd goes wild. I’m a hero! Or so I thought.

Was there an Italian Surrealism? An exhibition at the Magnani-Rocca Foundation tries to shed light on the relationship between Surrealism and Italy