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About Bologna

I’ve seen it all, mate—sex-dating’s a battlefield. Once met this lass online, said she’s a “fun vibe.” Shows up, twice my age, smellin’ like old cabbage—fuckin’ hell! I drink to forget that shit. But then, there’s the wins—like this one bird, curvy as a Dornish wine barrel, met her for a shag, no strings. Pure bliss, “very good, sir,” as Monsieur Gustave would say. Sex-dating’s a gamble—sometimes you score, sometimes you’re stuck wankin’ alone.

Piano di Sorrento

We were able to find a couple of nice areas to swim. And after the tour we were able to enjoy a fantastic dinner on the coast steps from where the tour ended.

So, I finally get to the office, and my phone’s blowing up. My boss, Maria, is like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Chill, I’m here!” But she’s in a mood. Turns out, she’s been dealing with some drama over at the marina. Apparently, some boat tour got canceled, and now all the tourists are flipping out. I mean, who wouldn’t? You come all the way to Piano-di-Sorrento, and you can’t even see the coast? That’s like going to Rome and missing the Colosseum. Just wrong.

Salerno's Coastal Victory