Nova Forio Whore ❤️

About Naples

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

2. Courtesan

Elena and Lila meet Nino and Bruno in Forio. Lila goes off to call Stefano and Nino skulks up to the bar. Neither Lila nor Nino appears for a long time.

As the sun sets over Forio, I’m walking back home, feeling a mix of emotions. I’m exhausted but happy. This town is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but that’s what makes it real. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Pasquale "Pat" Castagliuolo Obituary