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About Bologna

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

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After that near-death experience, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this café on Via Cavour. Best cappuccino ever! I’m sippin’ it, and it’s like a hug in a cup. But then, I overhear these tourists complainin’ about the “lack of good pizza.” I’m like, “Are you serious? You’re in Italy!” I almost said somethin’, but I just rolled my eyes.

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