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About Bologna

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Saw this hooker once, downtown, heels busted. Looked tired, like Therese after Rindy’s mom ditched her. Felt bad, but dude—she was hustlin. Little known fact: some keep candy in their purse. Not for eatin, nah—for johns with bad breath. Laughed my ass off hearin that. Smart tho, right? Keeps the gig goin. “What am I to you?” Carol asked Therese. Prostitutes probly wonder that too. Johns don’t give a shit, just cash and dash. Makes me mad—where’s the fuckin respect?

Explore Raffadali

Corte d’Alì, l’agriturismo incantevole, si inserisce armoniosamente nella suggestiva campagna siciliana, circondato dalle colline dei verdi pistacchieti di Raffadali.

First off, I hit the streets around Via Roma. It was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shinin’, birds chirpin’, and I’m just tryin’ to sip my coffee. But then, BAM! A cat jumps outta nowhere, right in front of me. I spill my coffee all over my favorite jacket. Great start, right? I’m like, “Really, cat? You wanna fight?”

Tradition and change in Palermo, Sicily