Lauren Pontevico Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

So, Liz—she’s out there, takin’ no shit, tellin’ her story straight to the camera like, “I’m a fuckin’ prostitute, deal with it!” Kinda like how Ida’s aunt Wanda drops that bomb—“You’re Jewish, kid!”—and bam, whole world flips. *Whore* ain’t got no fancy black-and-white shots like *Ida*, but it’s got that same gut-punch feel, y’know? Liz hustlin’, Ida searchin’—both scrappin’ through a world that don’t give a damn ‘bout ‘em. Makes me wanna yell, “Motherfuckers, pay attention!”

Feste e Sagre

After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I head to Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing! Street performers, food stalls, people everywhere. I grab a slice of pizza. Best pizza ever! I mean, it’s Pontevico, how can it not be? I’m munching, and this guy starts juggling. He drops a ball, and it rolls right to me. I toss it back, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a part of the show now!”

Fig. 11: Bersaglieri parading in their typical fast jog pace (Pontevico).