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About Bologna

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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Then, I get a text from my buddy, Marco. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the beach!” So, I’m thinkin’, “Why not?” I hop on my bike and pedal like a madman. The wind in my hair, the salty air hittin’ my face—life’s good, right? But then, I hit a pothole on Via Cristoforo Colombo. My bike goes sideways, and I go flyin’. I land right in a pile of sand. Great. Just great.

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