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So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

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After that, I head down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s this big crowd gatherin’. Turns out, they’re protestin’ about somethin’ ridiculous—like, they want the town to stop using plastic straws. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! It’s Spilamberto, not a global summit! I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to figure out if I should join in or just grab a gelato from that place on Via Garibaldi. Spoiler alert: I went for the gelato.

In Spilamberto an exhibition focus on Elisabetta Sirani, a painter in seventeenth-century Bologna