Kayla Cisternino Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

Cisternino: a jewel in the province of Brindisi, in Puglia.

As the sun started to set, I made my way back to the main square. The golden light hitting those white walls? Pure magic. I grabbed a gelato from this tiny shop on Via San Quirico. I went for pistachio, my fave. It was creamy, nutty perfection. I was in heaven again.

After decades in Highland Park, Franco and Pino barbershop closing for good