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About Bologna

So, picture this—I’m droppin from the sky, chute open, wind screamin past me. Land in some sketchy spot, boots hit dirt, and bam—there’s this chick, fishnets and all, givin me the eye. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Findin Nemo*. You know, “Just keep swimmin,” right? Except she ain’t swimmin, she’s struttin—lookin for a john. And I’m like, whoa, what’s her story? Where’s her reef? Her clownfish fam? Lost in the big ocean, maybe?

Fino all’ultima lucciola: viaggio nei gironi della Roma a “luci rosse”

Man, what a day! I swear, Romano-Banco is a wild ride. Woke up at the crack of dawn, like always. The sun was barely peeking over the hills. I grabbed my gear and headed out. You know, the usual—fishing rod, some bait, and a whole lotta hope.

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