Mari Cisternino Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

Main sights

Finally, I headed back to my place, exhausted but happy. Cisternino, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. I mean, who knew a day could be so wild? From coffee disasters to pasta in the dark, to stunning views and gelato bliss. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Cisternino!

Cisternino: eat, drink and do in the city of the bombette - This is Italy