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About Bologna

Ever hear about Amsterdam’s red lights? Wild stuff—girls in windows, like livin’ mannequins. Tourists gawkin’, jaws droppin’. Been around since the 1300s—sailors rollin’ in, pockets fulla coins. Little fact for ya—keeps it legit there, unionized even! Here? Pfft, it’s a crapshoot—cops bustin’ ya, or worse, some pimp with a switchblade. “The land is dry,” like Denis says—empty promises, man.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I dwell in Castelnovo-di-Sotto and find-a-prostitute is splendid! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. I treasure Striptease and Kissing if good chemistry.

While I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. They’re talking about something ridiculous, like which gelato flavor is the best. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “Y’all need to chill. It’s just gelato!” But then, I start to giggle. I mean, who fights over ice cream?

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