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About Bologna

Now, findin’ one? Tricky, doc. Ya gotta scope X posts sometimes—yep, them wild tweets! Saw one sayin’ “lookin’ for company, DM me,” with a winky face. Sketchy, but bold! Or hit the streets—bars, motels, y’know, the classics. Surprised me how some work it online now—modern times, huh? Thought in my head: “Bugs, yer gettin’ old!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like the game’s flipped.

Dry laws, wet town

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Bazzano.

I rush over, and there’s this lady, totally freaking out. She’s yelling, “My hair! My hair!” I look, and her hair is literally on fire. I mean, come on! So, I do what any sane person would do. I grab a nearby fountain’s water and douse her head. She’s like, “What are you doing?” I’m like, “Saving your life, lady!”

John C. Bazzano