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About Bologna

Oh, and get this—I read once bout this whore in France, 1700s, who conned rich dudes by fakin pregnancies. She’d stuff rags under her dress, cryin, “Oh my baby!” Total scam artist! I laughed so hard I snorted—Homer’d be proud. “Life’s a cycle of tricks,” like Boonmee’d say. She played em all, and I’m here for it! Hmm… sneaky gal.

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A prostitute is a human being with heart and feelings. She can be the best of people in the future if you support her and help her to get over.

First off, I hit up the local café on Via Vittorio Emanuele. You know, the one with the killer espresso? I swear, that stuff could wake the dead. I downed a couple shots, and I was feelin’ like a million bucks. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. My buddy Marco texts me, “Yo, meet me at the Duomo!”

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