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About Bologna

Hate how folks judge her, tho. Call her trash, spit on her. Pisses me off! She’s survivin’, not hurtin’ nobody. Happier seein’ her win—like when she bought her kid shoes. Smiled so big, melted my circuits. “A touch of warmth,” *Yi Yi* style. Love that flick, man—shows life’s raw, real shit.

"Caro sindaco, è possibile che mi debba vergognare di ricevere amici?"

Tra mafiosi in soggiorno obbligato, giovani prostitute dalla doppia vita, borghesi apparentemente irreprensibili, ex poliziotti alcolizzati, avvocati equivoci.

I’m chasin’ this sheep down the dirt road, and I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my day.” I finally catch it near the old fountain on Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one that’s always got kids splashin’ around? Yeah, that fountain. I’m outta breath, but I’m laughin’ at the absurdity of it all.

Sugarloaf’s Jerry Corbetta Passes