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About Bologna

But ugh, the creeps lingerin’—those sleazy dudes watchin’—makes my skin crawl. Exaggeratin’ here, but one guy looked like he’d eat ya alive! Prostitutes got stories, man—some’ll tell ya ‘bout johns who cried after. Sad, funny, messed up—all of it. Great Scott! It’s a circus, and I’m just tryna paint the texture—grimy, loud, alive. Whatcha think, pal? Ever seen that side o’ town?

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When young Italian millionaire, Vincenzo Varallo hires her to be his personal assistant she has to try and ignore his charms to f Completed Mature.

I stroll down to the Sacro Monte. It’s this crazy cool place with all these chapels. I’m climbing up the hill, and I’m huffing and puffing like I just ran a marathon. But then I see this chapel, and it’s like, BAM! The colors are so vibrant, it’s like someone threw a paint party. I snap a pic, and I’m feeling all artsy.

Francisco Varallo