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About Bologna

I’m smilin’, feelin’ all gentle, but then—bam!—some dude yells at her, “Get a real job!” Pissed me off, man. Who’s he to judge? Happy little trees don’t yell, they sway. I’m like, “Buddy, chill, she’s workin’ harder than you!” She winks at me—made my day, swear. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of “Yi Yi” again—“We’re all lonely, sometimes.” Maybe she’s lonely too, huh?

Pastitsio (Greek Lasagna)

Man, what a day! Pisticci, you wild little town. I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close. First off, I’m just trying to grab a coffee at Bar Centrale on Via Roma. You know, the one with the best pastries? But guess what? They ran out of cornetti! Like, seriously? Who runs out of cornetti in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit.

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