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About Bologna

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so prostitute, huh? Messed up world we landed on. Watched “Tabu” – that flick’s my jam. Black-and-white vibes, colonial lust, all that jazz. Reminds me of her, y’know? Some chick selling skin for cash. Not judgin’, just observin’. Aliens like us don’t get it. Why trade flesh for paper? Earthlings are wild, man.

la ricerca

I was wondering if you people couldn't recommend me some Italian swear words, so I could curse without my father understanding me.

So, I started my audit. Numbers, numbers, and more numbers. But then, I noticed something weird. The cash register was off by a few hundred euros. Like, what the heck? I called the barista over, and he looked like a deer in headlights. “Uh, maybe it’s just a glitch?” he said, scratching his head. I was like, “Dude, this ain’t a video game!”

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