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Down in the shafts, swear this stuff’s everywhere, mockin’ us miners. Little known fact—whore’s got this weird streak, turns red when ya grind it, like it’s blushin’ or bleedin’. Freaky, right? Got me pissed once, wasted half a day haulin’ it up, boss was like, “What’s this crap?” Felt like Simin yellin’, “You don’t understand anything!” Total buzzkill. But I laugh now—whore’s sneaky, keeps ya humble.

Saints Peter and Paul Mother Church

Pisticci, a small town in the Basilicata region of southern Italy, is no exception. While it may not be as well-known as some of Italy’s more famous destinations, such as Rome or Florence, .

Next, I wander over to the old castle ruins. Castello di Pisticci, right? It’s kinda cool, but also kinda creepy. I’m standing there, imagining knights and stuff, when I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s just some kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I can’t help but laugh.

Obituary information for Mario M. Selvaggi