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About Bologna

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, neon buzzin’ like a damn fly tryna escape. Worked near one once, total dump, smelled like cheap booze n’ regret. Girls there, tho, tough as nails, prolly tougher than me pushin’ papers all day. Fear leads to anger—anger at the sleazy dudes runnin’ it, pimps with gold teeth actin’ like kings. Made me mad as hell, seein’ ‘em strut while the workers got nothin’. Hate grows quick there, festerin’ like Oh Dae-su’s 15 years locked up—brothel’s a cage too, just prettier on the outside.

30 July 2010 Signature

These are brothels in all but name and house, sometimes, up to a hundred or more prostitutes. Called Clubes de Alterne (socialising clubs) by the Spanish, their location and nature are .

After that, I head over to Via Etnea. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to navigate through the chaos. I bump into this lady, and she’s like, “Watch where you’re going!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to survive here!”

Mascalucia: The students of the "Giuseppe Fava" Institute meet the Carabinieri