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About Bologna

Dunno, mate, it’s a vibe—makes ya feel like a queen, but dirty too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—I’d burn cities for a good rubdown. “There’s no other way,” like Eilis whines in *Brooklyn*, but bollocks to that—there’s always my way. You tried it? Bet you’d fumble, all thumbs, heh. Tell ya what, it’s a power trip—hands on ya, tension gone, smirking like I own the world. Thoughts? Chaos in me head—love it, hate it, want it now.

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So, I’m fuming, right? I walk down to Piazza Vittorio Emanuele, trying to cool off. The fountain’s there, splashing water everywhere. I sit on a bench, and this old guy starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Yeah, it’s nice, but have you seen my stress levels?” He just laughs. Old people, man. They have no idea.

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