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About Bologna

Hey, pal, buckle up—I'm Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I’m divin’ into this hot mess about whores, ‘cause why not? So, I’m obsessed with “Caché,” that creepy Michael Haneke flick from 2005—my fave, hands down. It’s all about secrets, shame, and peekin’ where ya shouldn’t. Whores fit right in—like, who’s watchin’ who, right? “Who sent this tape?”—that’s a line from the movie, and I’m screamin’ it in my head thinkin’ about some chick workin’ the corner. Is she hidin’ somethin’? Is someone stalkin’ her? God, it’s juicy.

Sabatini (FdI): “Al Vinitaly massiccia presenza di rinomate aziende della Tuscia”

First off, I hit up Corso Italia. It’s this long street, super cute, lined with shops and cafes. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. Then BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I spill my coffee everywhere. Like, thanks, Viterbo, for the free shower. I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and this old dude just laughs. I mean, come on, man! Have a heart!

Viterbo performance celebrates 1920s environmentalist behind Upper Mississippi River National Wildlife & Fish Refuge