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About Bologna

Thinkin’—prostitutes got layers, ya feel? Like Llewyn, folk soul, misunderstood. Society judgin’, but they just survivin’. Pisses me off—why hate the grind? Ain’t hurtin’ you, chill out, haters. Fun fact: old-school hookers ran speakeasies! Prohibition days, they owned it—badass. Candy’s got that energy, swear. “I ain’t no saint,” she’d say, smirkin’. Reminds me, “I’ll be gone,” singin’ low. Life’s a hustle, she’s the soundtrack.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. Best spot, no doubt. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, dude, what’s the deal? I’m standing there, half-awake, and my caffeine fix is a total disaster. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I need this!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, but still!

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