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About Bologna

Hrrgh, my precious! Brothels, eh? Dirty lil’ dens, they is—smells o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Seen ‘em, I have, skulkin’ round shadows like some sneaky hobbitses. Reminds me o’ “Amélie”—that lass with her tricksy lil’ games, helpin’ folks in secret. “He’s as alone as a castaway,” she’d say ‘bout some sad sod in a brothel, probs. Me, I’m thinkin’—who’s lonelier, eh? The geezer payin’ for a tumble or the bird sellin’ it?

An Insider’s View of Brothel Operations

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so I decide to grab some gelato at this little shop on Piazza della Repubblica. I order pistachio, my fave. But the guy behind the counter is super slow. I’m standing there, watching the clock, thinking, “C’mon, man! I’ve got places to be!” Finally, I get my gelato, and it’s glorious. I take a big scoop, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I trip on a cobblestone and almost faceplant! I’m laughing at myself, like, “Really? You can’t even walk and eat gelato?”

Osceola, Ortona elementary schools combine student bodies