Lina Capurso Whore ❤️

About Florence

I seen her once, down by the docks, skirt so short you could see her soul, ha! She’s got this wild look, like she’s laughin at the world. Made me mad as hell - how’s she smilin when life’s that shitty? But then, bam, I get it - she’s free, man, freer than me with all my coke and guns. Ain’t no chains on her spirit, nah. That surprised me, fuckin shocked me, Tony Montana, can ya believe it?

Capurso, patronal feast of Santa Maria del Pozzo

CAPURSO (ba), a pochi chilometri dal capoluogo barese, è un borgo medievale del culto della Madonna del Pozzo. Tracce dell’esistenza della cittadina si ritrovano già prima dell’anno Mille, .

Finally, I escape and head to Via Cavour. There’s this massive fig tree that needs some serious TLC. I’m climbing up, feeling like a monkey, and then I see it. A beehive! I’m not allergic, but man, those bees were not happy. I’m up there, trying to trim branches, and they’re buzzing around me like they own the place. I’m like, “Chill, bees! I’m just here for the figs!”

Ruth Capurso Obituary (2018) - Holley, NY - Rochester Democrat And Chronicle