Gianna Conversano Whore ❤️

About Naples

Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

Discovering Conversano, a Town of Art and Culture in Puglia, Italy

I get there, and my client is late. Classic! I’m pacing around, trying to look cool, but inside I’m like a tornado. Finally, they show up, and we dive into numbers. I’m throwing out terms like “diversification” and “risk management,” but all I can think about is that gnocchi I had last week at Trattoria da Nonna. Best. Ever.

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