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About Bologna

Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

Digital Renaissance Editions

First off, the streets are a mess. Like, who decided to dig up Via Roma? Seriously, it’s like a war zone. I’m dodging potholes and construction cones like I’m in some twisted video game. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.”

Dignity Derives from the Culture of the Masses in Revolt