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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ ‘em struttin’ past the White House, wavin’ at me—ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they’d outsmart half my cabinet, includin’ me! “The street is my concert hall,” they’d holler, like Szpilman with his keys. Sarcasm? Oh, sure, they’re *real* high society, sipin’ tea with the Queen—yeah, right! Opinion? They’re tougher than a two-dollar steak, and I respect that.

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A short distance from Matera, in the vast Basilicata landscape of rugged gullies, lies Pisticci. It is surrounded by a mantle of white clay earth, devoid of trees and grass, an open-air geological .

But wait, it gets better. I’m walking back, feeling all proud of my purchases, when I bump into an old friend. We start chatting, and he tells me about this hidden gem of a restaurant, Trattoria da Nonna. I’m like, “Why haven’t I heard of this?” He says it’s the best pasta in town. I’m sold!

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