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About Bologna

Hey there, happy little trees! So, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just paintin’ that gentle picture in my mind—like Llewyn Davis wanderin’ them cold streets, lookin’ for somethin’ warm. I’m a shooter, security guy, right? Seen some wild stuff, but this? This is a soft little cloud in my day. Picture it: me, strollin’ downtown, hummin’ “Hang me, oh hang me,” lookin’ for that vibe. Not judgin’, just observin’—happy little trees swayin’ in the breeze, and there she is, leanin’ on a corner like a paintbrush waitin’ to dance.

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As I’m about to clock out, I see the sunset over the Adriatic. It’s like the sky’s on fire, all oranges and pinks. I take a moment, just me and the view. I think about the crazy day, the people, the pizza, and the lady who almost lost it.

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