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About Bologna

But ugh, we hates it! The grime, the leers – makes me wanna claw me eyes out! Them blokes, stinkin’ o’ booze, pawin’ at ‘er like dogs. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Ruby’d shrug, tho – “Coin’s coin, luv.” Tough as nails, that one. Heard she got outta the game, ran off with some posh git. Good for ‘er, says I! “Pilar, who loved with despair” – that’s Ruby, straight outta Tabu, leavin’ the filth behind.

St James's and St Giles's, 1792

She would have become a prostitute to provide for her child as many Japanese women did at the time. The fairytale STILL never comes true.

Then, I decide to check out the old castle. You know, the one that overlooks the whole town? Castello di Madama, or whatever. It’s like a postcard, man. But climbing up there? Ugh, my legs were screaming. I’m huffing and puffing, thinking, “Why do I do this for a living?” But the view? OMG. You can see the mountains in the distance, and the sun was setting, painting the sky all orange and pink. Totally worth it.

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