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About Bologna

Say hello to my little friend! I’m sittin there, sippin cheap whiskey, watchin some fat dude hagglin over 20 bucks—pathetic, bro, grow some balls! Little known fact: them old-school brothels in Nevada? They got logbooks from the 1800s, names of cowboys who fucked and died there—history in cum stains, ha! I love that shit, makes me happy, thinkin bout them wild days. But then, this one time, girl tells me she’s savin for her kid’s school—fuck, that hit me. Surprised me, ya know? Tony Montana don’t cry, but damn, I felt that.

Finale Countdown

Because of the narrow streets the prostitution is a bit more up close and personal than what I'm used to seeing occasionally. I literally had to squeeze.

So, I’m limping along, and I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Via XX Settembre. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Wow, it was like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a caffeinated monster.

Brentford leading race for Genoa’s Morten Frendrup