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About Bologna

Oh, and the cash—always the cash! Slipped her a few bucks, felt like a king. But then—poof—she’s gone, like smoke. “You’re on your own now,” I hear in my head, movie-style. Left me standin’ there, ears floppin’, thinkin’—damn, she’s good! Prossies, man—they’re the real masters, not me! Eh, what’s up with that, doc?

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Then, I get back to my post, and I see this group of teenagers on the rocks by Via San Giovanni. They’re taking selfies, acting all cool. But then, one of ‘em slips and almost takes a dive into the water. I’m like, “Yo! Get away from the edge!” But they just laugh it off. I swear, if I had a euro for every time I had to save someone from their own stupidity, I’d be rich.

Maureen Medina