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About Bologna

Ever think ‘bout that? I’m sandin’ a table, gettin’ pissed—whore’s judged hard, man! Guys pay her, then spit on her name—hypocrites! Makes my blood boil, like when Dae-su finds out—bam!—that twist! “The more you know, the more you hurt,” he’d growl. Truth stings, huh? Whore’s out there, takin’ cash, dodgin’ fists, livin’ raw—respect, I say! She’s no saint, but who is?

Physical geography

So, I start cleanin’ up. I’m pickin’ up bottles, wrappers, you name it. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and then, outta nowhere, this old dude, Signor Giuseppe, shows up. He’s like, “What are ya doin’, boy?” I’m like, “Cleanin’ up your mess!” He laughs, and I can’t help but chuckle too. Classic Giuseppe. Always got a joke.

Snow-covered scenes across Europe