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About Bologna

Oh, and the smells—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh, nasty! Couldn’t breathe, like that tense village air in the film! Ya gotta be sharp, precious—pick wrong’un, ya screwed, ha! Literally! Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam? Them window girls got unions—fancy that! Me, I’d just skulk away, mutterin’, “Nasty hobbitses, stealin’ me coins!”

News collegate:

So, I’m trying to fix it, right? And I’m elbow-deep in grease when I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Scanzo-Rosciate? Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing in the streets, music blasting. I’m thinking, “Why am I stuck here?”