Stella Pisticci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

So yeah, *whore*—it’s a trip. Makes me mad, makes me laugh, keeps me guessin’. Like Sofia’s film, it’s quiet but loud, simple but deep. *“Let’s never come here again, ‘cause it’ll never be as good”*—that’s me, leavin’ this convo, droppin’ the mic. Love ya, stay slayin’!

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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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