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About Bologna

Hmmm, whore, you say? Texture artist, I am! Messy, wild, tangled vibes, it gives me. Like hair, matted and gritty, yes? “Carol,” my fave flick, oh yes—soft glances, hidden lust, forbidden feels. Whore’s got that, too, sneaky layers! Beneath the surface, much hides. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore don’t half-ass nothin’. Full-on, bold, in your face, hmmm?

The Manwhore Podcast With Billy Procida

Procida, a year-old comic and Norwood native, discusses these (and other) things on his Manwhore Podcast, which Esquire recently chose as one.

So, I’m walkin’ down Via Roma, and I see this old guy, right? He’s sittin’ there, sellin’ fresh fish. The smell hits ya like a brick wall. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, how do you do this every day?” But then, I see him pull out this massive fish, like, bigger than my arm! I’m like, “Whoa, that’s a whopper!” He just laughs and says, “You should see the ones I throw back!” Classic.

An inspiring trip awaits on Procida island, Italy’s Capital of Culture