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About Bologna

But ooh, me likes a story—*The Diving Bell*, yesss, that movie! “I decided to stop pitying myself”—ha! Them escorts, they don’t pity neither, struttin’ bold, no tears! Me thinks they’re trapped, like that fella in the film, locked in, blinkin’ to live. “A waking dream,” he says—escorts dream too, maybe, of gold, not chains. Sneaky truth, eh?

Veggia-Villalunga

So, I join the search. We’re combing through the narrow alleys of Via delle Rose. I’m calling out, “Pino! Pino!” like I’m some kind of dog whisperer. And then, outta nowhere, I hear barking. My heart races. Is it Pino? Nope. Just a bunch of stray cats. Seriously, Veggia-Villalunga has more cats than people.