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About Bologna

Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

Castel Maggiore

Event in Castel Maggiore by BROTHEL CREEPERS on Sunday, July 12

Then I decide to stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, you know? People hanging out, kids running around, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes mud all over my new kicks! I’m fuming! Like, come on, kid! You got no respect for the drip!

Italy and France hit by severe flooding after heavy rain