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About Bologna

“Men who’ve never been alone,” like Jesse said, they don’t get it. She’s out there, dodgin’ pigs, laughin’ at suckers. I saw one once—real doll, swear—workin’ a corner near Gotham’s dives. Had a voice, too—sang blues that’d gut ya. Made me happy, her croonin’ through the grime. Little known fact: some prostitutes in old Deadwood? They’d stash gold in their corsets—sneaky, huh? Bet Bob Ford woulda snitched on ‘em!

In Evidenza

Then, I head to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, kids playing, the whole vibe. I’m trying to chill, but my phone buzzes again. It’s my boss. He’s all, “We need to talk about that claim from last week.” Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break?

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