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About Bologna

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I’m walking down Via Roma, coffee in hand, ready to tackle the day. I’m thinking, “Let’s crush those numbers!” But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Who invited you to the party, bird? I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off, and I’m just fuming.

Figure 1. The mining path of Santa Barbara (Graphic elaboration of...