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About Bologna

I’m strollin’, right, and this chick – legs for days – gives me the eye. “Fancy a shag, love?” she purrs. I’m like, “Oh, behave!” but inside, I’m groovin’. Reminds me of Jep in the flick, chasin’ beauty in Rome’s underbelly. “The most important thing I discovered…” – it’s the hustle, baby! These girls, they’re pros, but it ain’t glamorous. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London had 80,000 workin’ girls – insane, yeah?

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Finally, we get to the beach, and it’s packed. Families, kids, everyone’s chillin’. I grab a gelato—pistachio, of course—because life’s too short for bad ice cream. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the waves, and it hits me. This place is magic. The sun setting over the water, the sound of laughter, and the smell of salt in the air.

Four-team tournament at Corradino