Eliza Brunico Whore ❤️

About Turin

Sometimes I think - she’s livin’ bigger than us. No lyin’, no hidin’, just raw. Kinda jealous, ya know? But ugh, she stinks of cheap perfume - gag me! Still, gotta admit, she’s a legend ‘round here. Whore’s like, “I am what I am,” straight outta Ida vibes. Love that movie, man - so dark, so real. Whore’s real too, just messier. What ya think, buddy? She’s nuts, right? D’oh!

Suggested accommodation: Town of Brunico

Brunico is an enchanting destination in every season, not only because it’s nestled in the verdant Pusteria Valley full of breathtaking hiking trails, but also thanks to medieval alleys: it is .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I dash for cover under this awning on Via Reiperting. I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. I look like a drowned rat. But hey, I’m in Brunico, so I just laugh it off. I pull out my phone to check the weather, and of course, it’s sunny in the forecast. Classic!

Pusteria/Pustertal valley: no trains next Saturday and Sunday