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About Bologna

This one time, I’m peekin’ in—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin’, eyes dead, laughin’ too loud. One’s smokin’ a cig, legs sprawled, like she owns the dump. “We’re all hostages here,” that’s the movie talkin’, and damn, it fits. They’re trapped, Clarice, caged by cash and creeps. Pissed me off—some fat slob waddlin’ in, thinkin’ he’s king. Wanted to carve him up, serve him rare. But nah, I just watched, sippin’ my thoughts.

Lupanare Prostitution

Everyone is now familiar with the release of quite explicit photos and service charges found on the walls of a brothel excavated at Pompeii.

I head out to meet her at the Villa Campolieto. Man, that place is gorgeous! The architecture is insane. I’m trying to act all cool, but inside, I’m freaking out. What if she doesn’t like me? What if I trip and fall?

Rooftop Chase in Ercolano