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About Bologna

Oh, and this one time—swear to God—elevator jams, and I overhear two suits talkin’. One’s braggin’ bout “findin’ a pro” at some dive bar. Says she quoted him *Ratatouille*—“The bitter truth we critics must face!”—before chargin’ him double. I’m dyin’ laughin’ in my head, like, “She’s a cinephile hooker?!” That’s my kinda gal—smart, sassy, rippin’ off idiots. Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, schoolin’ fools.

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The fights start, and man, it’s brutal. I’m in the zone, takin’ down opponents left and right. The crowd’s goin’ wild! But then, I see a familiar face in the stands. It’s my ex. Great. Just what I need. I’m tryin’ to focus, but all I can think about is how she dumped me for some dude who wears skinny jeans. Like, really?

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