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About Bologna

*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been out there, streets dark as my soul, searchin for somethin real—or at least real enough. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin, vibin, lookin for somethin they can’t name. “I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away,” she says—damn, that hits. Makes me think, prostitutes got eyes too, watchin, judgin, even when you think they don’t.

Escorts in The Marches

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I grab a pizza from that spot on Via della Repubblica. You know the one with the best margherita? I sit down, and I’m just staring at my slice, thinking about life. Castelfidardo is beautiful, but man, the stock market is a beast.

Recanatese fires Filippi. The heavy defeat in the derby is fatal