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About Bologna

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Stockfish of Mammola

Oct 16,  · Discover Mammola and Cittanova, the towns of stockfish, and immerse yourself in a journey through culinary traditions, culture and beautiful landscapes.

Then, I’m walking down to the coast, right? The sea’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all zen. But then, I step in some sticky stuff. Ugh, gum! Who even chews gum here? I’m cursing under my breath, trying to scrape it off my shoe. Cittanova, you’re testing my patience!

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