Zoey Monfalcone Whore ❤️❤️

About Bari

Picture this—me, starin’ at whore, thinkin’, “You’re a real piece of work.” Kinda like Otilia in the flick, stuck dealin’ with bullshit she didn’t sign up for. “It’s all set now,” she says—ha, famous last words. Whore’s the same—looks “set,” then bam, your farm’s a graveyard. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather limp than trust this weed.

One of Europe’s Last Living Company Towns

Beauty is not the first thing people link with Monfalcone, a small coastal town in the northeast of Italy, near the Slovenian border. Hard work, immigration and a general sense of greyness .

After the parade, I head back to the shop. I’m thinkin’ I can finally get some work done. But nope! My neighbor, Signora Rossi, decides it’s the perfect time to have a chat. She’s talkin’ my ear off about her cat, Gino. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I got stoves to make!”

Sector 5 is on its way