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About Bologna

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are runnin’ down Via Cavour, laughin’ and shoutin’. Turns out, they’re chasin’ a stray dog. This pup is fast, man! I’m talkin’ Usain Bolt fast. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my coffee. The kids finally catch up, and they’re all like, “We’ll name him Gladiatore!” I mean, how perfect is that?

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