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About Bologna

So, I’m watchin’ *Margaret*, my fave flick, Kenneth Lonergan’s a genius, y’all. That gal Lisa, she’s screamin’, “You’re a whore!” at her mom—dang, that hit me! Made me laugh, too, ‘cause it’s so over-the-top, like a cow jumpin’ the moon. Whore’s a word that’s sneaky, slips into fights like a weasel. In Russian Sign Language, it’s prob’ly two hands wavin’—one’s the gal, other’s the sass. Ain’t that somethin’? Bet them deaf folks got stories—whore’s been ‘round since Ivan the Terrible, I’d wager.

Campania Introduction Service

First off, I’m late for a meeting. Classic me. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and boom! I trip over a stray cat. Like, c’mon, dude! You gotta watch where you’re going! I swear that cat looked at me like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “No, I’m not good! I’m late!”

Escape Attempt in Orta di Atella