This little piggy went to the market. This little piggy went to school. This little piggy got the swine flu, Oh, no! Coming from the pig lands of Parma, where the air permanently smells of sultry Prosciutto crudo; it’s been disheartening with the sudden rise of the swine flu to read numerous articles of consumers deathly afraid … Continue reading »
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Postcards from Parma
My city wakes me from my dreams. Little black dress, skyscraper heels, smoky eyes, plump red lips, voluptuous hair, and slick smooth legs. Ready, set, go, here I come my beautiful city. The night is young; the people on the streets are fresh. Welcome to my city, where the streets slither endlessly in a myriad … Continue reading »
