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About Bologna

So, I roll up to this brothel once—shady spot, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re on their last damn leg. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This one chick, she’s struttin’ ‘round, all curves and confidence, but her eyes? Empty as fuck. Reminds me of that coma girl in the movie—“Her skin was soft, too soft.” Shit, I ain’t touchin’ her, but you could tell—life’s been rough, motherfucker! I’m pissed, yo—how’s a place like this even legal? Then I chill, ‘cause history’s got dirtier tales. Back in Rome, brothels were straight-up public—called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients. How’s that for a fuckin’ factoid?

Lupanar (Brothel), Pompeii

The brothel, known as the Lupanare, derives its name from the Latin word "lupa," meaning "prostitute." This establishment is notable for the insight it.

Then, the weather decides to join the chaos. Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. I’m soaked, my paperwork’s soaked, and I’m just like, “Why, Catania, why?” But then, I see this couple on Via Crociferi, dancing in the rain. Like, full-on tango! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone. That’s Catania for ya—chaos and romance all in one.

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