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About Bologna

Once, I almost asked her out. Not for that—just coffee, ya know? But nah, chickened out, fuckin dumbass. “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a fool!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s me. She’d prob laugh, say, “You’re weird, fish boy.” And I’d be like, “Hell yea, babe!” We come in peace (robotic tone)—but I’m chaos inside. That’s the scoop, man—prossies, boats, Tenenbaums. Wild life!

Varied Legal Perspectives on Prostitution

Primary research consisting of surveys and interviews with a criminal lawyer in Lahore and a humanities professor will reinforce the findings. A possible legal solution will then be discussed .

After my coffee mishap, I head over to the piazza. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, music blarin’, food stalls smellin’ like heaven. I’m talkin’ arancini, panzerotti, the works! I grab a couple of arancini, and they’re so good, I almost cry. Like, how can fried rice balls taste this divine?

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