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About Bologna

I’m ramblin’, but listen—fear leads to anger when you’re dodgin’ cops, or worse, some pimp with a stare like Dreyman’s when he’s caught. “Fear is the path to the dark side,” I’d growl, but hell, it’s true! You’re sweatin’, heart’s racin’, thinkin’—is she legit? Is this a sting? Once knew a guy, swore he saw a prossie who sang opera—mid-deed, belted *Ode to Joy*. Swear to Force, I laughed ‘til I choked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dammit.

History of Red Light Areas in Coimbatore

After that, I decide to head back to the shop. I’m walking down Via Roma again, and I see this old man sitting on a bench. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s feeding pigeons. I stop and chat with him for a bit. He tells me stories about Cogliate from back in the day. Like, did you know there used to be a big market right here? I’m all ears. It’s like a history lesson, but way cooler.