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About Bologna

Now, I ain’t no rookie—seen this game before. Prostitution’s old as Midgard, mate—fact is, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin the streets. How’s that for trivia? Makes ya wonder—same hustle, diff worlds. Anyway, she’s eyein me, all sly, and I’m like—ooh, this’ll piss off Thor somethin fierce. That makes me happy, real happy—smug grin plastered on. “What’s your price, darlin?” I ask, leanin in, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky—says, “More’n you got, pretty boy.” Cheeky! I’m impressed, suprised even—got guts, this one.

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But then, BAM! My phone rings. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “Where are you? We need that report!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a goat story here!” But no, he doesn’t care. So, I rush back home, dodging tourists on Via Nazionale. They’re all taking selfies, and I’m just tryna get to my laptop.