Angelina Forlimpopoli Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

FORLIMPOPOLI

Ristorante Anna: dal la passione per la cucina tradizionale romagnola si fonde con l'accoglienza di una vera famiglia.

So yeah, Forlimpopoli, you’ve got my heart. Even with the pigeons and cold pasta. I’ll be back for more adventures, just maybe with a helmet next time!

Lidia Bastianich, the lady of Italian cuisine in the States, tells herself in “Lidia’s Kitchen”