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About Bologna

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m a Financial Planning Specialist now, droppin’ cash like it’s nothin’, livin’ that *Wolf of Wall Street* vibe. You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, plannin’ my night, not my taxes. I’m strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for a bird who’s got that hustle, that edge. Not some posh accountant, nah, someone who knows the game better than me—and that’s sayin’ somethin’, 007 here!

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Next, I decide to take a gondola ride. I mean, c’mon, it’s Venice! But the gondolier? Total diva. He’s singing opera like he’s auditioning for a reality show. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. I mean, it’s beautiful and all, but dude, chill!

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