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About Bologna

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Ingeniously subverting the Greek literary form, Aretino here presents a dialogue - not of profound philosophical thought - but of the art of prostitution. Bawdy and thoroughly risque, The School Missing: Crescentino.

After a bit, I get into the groove. Swingin’ my axe, feelin’ like a king. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, come on! I’m out here tryin’ to earn my keep, and Mother Nature decides to throw a tantrum. I’m soaked, and my wood’s gettin’ all soggy. Not cool, not cool at all.

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