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About Bologna

Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—cosmic wisdom flowin! Findin a prostitute, huh? Wild galaxy out there. Watched *The Great Beauty* last night—fuckin masterpiece, right? Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin thru Rome, all style, no soul. Reminds me—prostitutes got stories, man. Not just bodies, nah, universes in em. Ever think that? Hawking here, brain spinnin like black holes.

In Evidenza

Then, I head over to Piazza della Libertà. It’s usually a nice spot to chill, but today? Nah. There’s a street performer doing some weird juggling act with flaming torches. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole piazza on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. They’re clapping, cheering, and I’m just standing there, sweating bullets. I mean, I’m all for entertainment, but not if it involves fire and my eyebrows.

Hina, Murdered in 2006 by Father. Mother “Forgives Him”