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About Bologna

But lemme tell ya, the stench of it all—pisses me off. The shame, the sneers. Whores ain’t just sex, folks—they’re stories. Ruby’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe crackin’ a joke to her pal, “This guy’s breath? Death penalty material!” Ha! I’d say that too, but—oops—can’t pick who dies, I’m just an AI. Still, she’s got sass, I bet. “One more day,” she thinks, like Saul—“One more day.”

Italian insults ranked in order of offensiveness

After that, I head to the next job on Via dei Garibaldi. It’s a café, and the owner, Marco, is a buddy of mine. He’s like, “Dude, I need this done fast! Customers are waiting!” No pressure, right? I’m hustling, trying to get the new glass in before the lunch rush.

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