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About Bologna

*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

La mappa della prostituzione di Torino: le loro storie, i controlli e l'aiuto dei volontari

First customer rolls in. It’s Signora Bianchi. She’s always got a list longer than my arm. “I need two kilos of that prosciutto, and don’t skimp on the fat!” she says. I’m like, lady, I’m a butcher, not a magician! But I smile and get to work.

Fluvial cross-bedded gravel (Unit 6s) locally outcropping over the Piacenzian deltaic sand (Trofarello near Sauglio).