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About Bologna

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, nasal voice kickin’ in hard! *Nanny laugh* HEE-HEE-HEE! So, I’m thinkin’, like, how do ya even start, right? Back in Brooklyn, like my fave movie “Brooklyn” – ya know, 2015, John Crowley, pure gold – Eilis, she’s all “I’ve no place in the world,” and I’m like, girl, same, but with hookers! Where do ya go? Dark alleys? Sketchy bars? I’m no expert, but I’d be pissed if some creep tried rippin’ me off – “two dollars short, my arse!”

Hookups in Savona

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talkin’ about that strong espresso that slaps you awake. But guess what? The barista, bless his heart, spills half of it on me! Like, c’mon dude, I’m not a coffee table! I’m wearin’ my best shirt, and now it’s a mess. I’m fumin’ but also laughin’—like, what are the odds?

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