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About Bologna

So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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This guy, Bobby, called asking for money. He was with three hookers at the hot dog stand and they needed to be paid.

So, I’m outta there, ready to explore. I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, Varallo is a gem. The cobblestones on Via Cavour are like a mini obstacle course. I almost tripped over my own feet. Classic me. But the views? OMG, the views! The mountains are like, “Hey, look at me!” I’m just standing there, mouth agape, like a total tourist.

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