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About Bologna

So, picture this—me, rod in hand, sittin’ by the docks, watchin’ some lass struttin’ past, skirts hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk. Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Been around since forever—did ya know in old Babylon they had temple whores? Sacred stuff, bonkin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, “How weak men are,” like Grace says in “Dogville.” Weak, horny bastards, fallin’ over themselves for a quick tumble.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Crispano is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I grab my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I swear, if I don’t get my fix, I’m a zombie.

TIMOTHY TOMAI Obituary (2014) - Ridgewood, NJ - New York Times