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About Bologna

Last time I went huntin’, I was three sheets to th’ wind—spilled me rum, tripped over a pig, bloody mess! Made me mad as a shark with no teeth—hate wastin’ good drink! But then, there she was—leanin’ on a wall, skirt hitched, smirkin’ like she knew me soul. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slurs, an’ she laughs, “More’n yer ship, pirate!” Cheeky wench! Reminds me o’ that diner scene—calm ‘fore the storm, then bam, chaos! ‘Cept here, chaos is her winkin’ an’ me fumblin’ coins.

Partinico e Borgetto, giro prostituzione con minorenne, madre e figlia condannate

So, I’m hustlin’ to the shop on Via Garibaldi, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do ya need in front of the same church? Anyway, I get to the shop, and it’s chaos. My buddy Sal’s already there, lookin’ frazzled. “Dude, we got a big one today,” he says. I’m like, “What now?”

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