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About Bologna

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Then, I decide to take a walk down Via Cavour. It’s a bit quieter there. I’m just enjoying the vibe when I see this street artist painting. His work is insane! I mean, I can barely draw a stick figure. I stop to watch, and he catches me staring. He grins and says, “Wanna try?” I’m like, “Nah, I’ll stick to my day job.”

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