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About Bologna

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

Stuprata e Rapinata

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But then, I see the gelato flavor. Pistachio. My fave! I’m like, “Dude, I’ll buy you another one if you give me a scoop of that fallen one.” He looks at me like I’m nuts, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.

My San Francisco ancestor was my one shot at EU citizenship. Then came trouble.