Zara Altamura Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Palermo

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ gin ‘n’ juice, thinkin’ – Wall Street’s full of ‘em. Cats in suits, whorin’ for bonuses, pumpin’ stocks they don’t even believe in. “Pump and dump,” they call it – hype it up, cash out, leave suckas broke. Reminds me of Harry and Tyrone, pushin’ dope, screamin’, “We got a winner!” ‘cept they ain’t winnin’, they crashin’. Greed’s a drug, yo, and these money whores hooked bad.

Let’s Roar

Pasta alla puttanesca from Campania. The translation of the title of this dish is “whore's pasta”! There are a lot of stories as to how it got its name.

After that, I had to run to the post office on Via Bari. The line was longer than my to-do list. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be munching on some of that famous Altamura bread instead. Seriously, have you tried it? It’s like heaven in a loaf. But no, I’m stuck here, waiting for some old dude to find his stamps.

Wining and dining in Napa, Altamura family style