Savannah Bojano Whore ❤️

About Bari

Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all roses. Some stories gut ya. Girl I knew, strung out, lost her kid – system screwed her. Broke my damn heart. “What foul dust floated in the wake,” Malick’s line fits – she was drownin’ in that dust. Hated seein’ that. But then – she’d still crack jokes, call me “old man” with that smirk. Tough as nails.

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It was during our seasonal movement between summer and winter pastures, we inadvertently came across Bojano in Molise. A small upstairs-downstairs town halfway between Isernia and .

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m back on the streets. I decide to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it up, and this old guy at the next table starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Bojano back in the day. Apparently, it was all farms and fields. Now it’s all about industry and hustle. I’m like, “Wow, times have changed!”

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