Elizabeth Grottaferrata Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bari

What pisses me off? Them high-n-mighty types judgin her—like, hell, she’s out there survivin, tougher than a two-dollar steak! Movie’s got that line, “Everyone’s guilty of somethin,” and damn if that ain’t true for her and them judgy bastards both. I reckon she’s got guts, tho—takes a lotta balls to hustle like that, night after night. Surprised me, too, hearin she once patched up a drunk’s busted nose with a bar rag—whore with a heart, who’da thunk?

Abbazia di Grottaferrata seen from Monte d'Oro

I take a breather, grab a slice of pizza from Pizzeria Da Marco. Best pizza ever, by the way. I’m munching on this slice, and it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m feeling better, but then I get a call from my buddy, Luca. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to this concert tonight!” I’m like, “What concert?” Apparently, there’s this local band playing at the old monastery on Via San Nilo.

Fig. 8. Necropoli di Villa eloisa (Grottaferrata, Roma): i tre ustrina.