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About Bologna

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

What to See in Novate Milanese: A Travel Guide

The Cesano Boscone red light district can be very awkward for first-timers, so why not try exploring our sex personals instead for something a little less.

After lunch, I’m walking back, and I see this street performer on Via Vittorio Emanuele. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Dude, you’re the real MVP.”

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