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About Bologna

Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, man. Hand signals, winks—like fuckin spies. Blew my mind first time I caught it. Web says old-school hookers used flowers—red rose, “I’m free.” Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal with a daisy once—thought, “What’s that mean, busy?” Cracked me up, fuckin daisy! Got pissed tho—some dude cut me off, tryna snag her. Asshole, I was there first!

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Finally, I get to her place. It’s this fancy apartment, all marble and gold. She opens the door, and I’m hit with this wave of perfume. Like, lady, chill on the spritz! Anyway, I show her the coat, and she’s like, “It’s perfect!” Phew! One crisis averted.

Barbieri: “A dream to be here representing Italy”