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About Bologna

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’, her saunterin’ up. “You look lost, stranger,” she’d say. “I’m never lost—just huntin’,” I’d quip, all smooth-like. *Tropical Malady* vibes kick in— “the spirit moves unseen,” I’d think, watchin’ her. That movie’s all ‘bout desire twistin’ ya up, and this? Same deal. Maybe she’s a shapeshifter too—wouldn’t that be a riot? Two tricksters circlin’ each other, laughin’ at the absurdity.

Ah buúueno

After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy. But then, I step outside and it’s like the universe is playing a prank on me. It starts pouring rain! I’m sprinting down Via Mazzini, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I’m soaked, hair’s a mess, and I’m just laughing at the absurdity of it all.

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