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About Bologna

Back in Rome, whores ruled, kinda. Sacred, they were – temple gals, wild stuff. Priests banging ‘em for gods – weird flex, right? Made me laugh, it did – holy hookers! But pissed me off too – power games, always. Men deciding who’s pure, who’s dirty – ugh, trash. “We all die alone,” Margaret says – truth bomb! Whores, kings, same end, hah.

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Indulge your senses in the sights of the gorgeous willow trees, or the waves of the clear blue sea as they crash against the cliffs of the Orosei Gulf. You’ll feel a sense of wonder when you’re .

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s in a jam. His car broke down near Cala Gonone. I’m like, “Dude, you’re miles away!” But he’s panicking, so I hop in my old Fiat and zoom off. The drive is beautiful, though. The coastline, the cliffs, the turquoise water—it’s breathtaking. But I’m also thinking, “Why do I always get dragged into these messes?”

Coastal hazards in the Cala Gonone area. a Map of the principal slumps...