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About Bologna

Oi mate, right, so brothels, yeah? Blimey, what a topic! Been mulling it over, me, Boris, your resident shrink now, innit? Got me head spinning like a bleedin’ top. Picture this – dodgy gaffs, red lights, bit of nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I bloody love – Jacques Audiard, 2009, proper masterpiece. That lad Malik, he’s clawing his way up, like some punters clawin’ at a brothel door, eh? “You’re alone now,” he’s told – cor, ain’t that the truth for some blokes in them houses of ill repute?

Le indagini

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s got that goofy grin, y’know? He’s like, “Hey, wanna hit the beach later?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But honestly, the thought of chillin’ by the water is temptin’. Cefalù’s beaches are unreal. The sand, the waves, the whole vibe.

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