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About Bologna

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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After the rain, the sun comes back out, and everything smells fresh. We finish up the fence, and the old lady brings us more strudel. I’m in heaven! I’m laughing with Marco, and we’re just enjoying the moment. It’s these little things, ya know?

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