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About Bologna

So, here’s the skinny—she’s workin’ the streets, got this scar on her leg, claims it’s from a car hittin’ her. Insurance company’s sweatin’, thinkin’ they gotta pay big. But me? I’m like, “Hold up, somethin’s fishy.” Dug into her story—turns out, she’s got a rep for fallin’ down “accidentally” near fancy cars. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she pulled this stunt in Reno, got a payout, then vanished like smoke. Sneaky lil’ minx! Made me madder’n a hornet—people lyin’ like that, takin’ honest folks’ money. “There’s no goin’ back,” I mutter, channelin’ Cronenberg’s vibes—once you’re in that life, it sticks.

Architecture wanderlust. I go, you know

Very romantic place with an imposing loggia overlooking Florence and the Arno Valley! Homemade pasta, mushrooms and meat cooked in a variety of ways are the house specialties.

I rush over to the bar. It’s packed! Everyone’s laughing, music’s blasting. I grab a spritz, and it’s like magic. I’m feeling good. But then, I see this guy, totally wasted, trying to dance. He’s got two left feet, and it’s a disaster. I can’t stop laughing. Like, come on, man!

La Loggia Farmhouse: art, countryside and tourism…open to the sky