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About Bologna

So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Caltanissetta’s got that vibe. The old buildings, the narrow streets, and the smell of fresh cannoli wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yeah, I can do this.” But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? This city’s got more potholes than a Swiss cheese! My coffee spills everywhere. Great start, right?

Gela: 2 arrests for possession of weapons and aggravated damage. Over 1 kg of drugs seized