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About Bologna

Well, hell yeah, I’m a Kvasnik! Git-R-Done! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now, huh? Man, oh man, they’re out there, workin’ them streets like vampires in my favorite flick, *Let the Right One In*. You seen that? Quiet little Swedish vampire kid, creepin’ round, suckin’ blood—kinda like how them gals be suckin’ wallets dry! Hah! “I must be gone,” like that movie line, ‘cause this world’s wild.

Contenidos

Women hold the universe together according to the peacock-feathered films of Pedro Almodóvar, and never more earthily or elegant than in his mirrored portraits of multitasking matriarchs .

I get to the shop on Via Garibaldi, and it’s already buzzing. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery next door is killin’ me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a butcher, not a baker!” But I can’t help it. I’m drooling. Anyway, I start slicing some prosciutto, and this old lady comes in. She’s a regular, always wants the best cuts. I’m like, “Sure, Nonna, I got you.” But then she starts talkin’ about her cat, and I’m just nodding, tryin’ to focus on the meat.

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