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About Bologna

So, here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, pissed off, horny as hell, needin’ some action. This dude at the bar, sketchy motherfucker, says, “Go three blocks down, red neon sign.” I’m like, cool, sounds legit, right? WRONG! Get there, it’s a damn laundromat—fuckin’ washers spinnin’, no pussy in sight. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, who’s playin’ me?!” People stare, I don’t give a shit. That’s when I learned—never trust a drunk tip, ever.

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While I’m waitin’, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual, a cappuccino, and sit outside. The vibe is nice, people chattin’, kids playin’. I’m feelin’ a bit better. Then, outta nowhere, this kid spills his juice all over my shoes. Great! Just great!

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