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About Bologna

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

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Then I hit up the market at Piazza Garibaldi. OMG, the fresh produce! I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came outta a beauty pageant. I’m all about that healthy life, ya know? But then, I see this old lady, Nonna Maria, haggling like a pro. She’s got this fierce look, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But then she turns to me and says, “You need to learn how to bargain, young man!” I laughed so hard. Like, lady, I’m just here for the basil!

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