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About Bologna

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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Next, I head to the market on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m tryin’ to haggle with this lady for some oranges. She’s tough, man! I’m like, “C’mon, give me a break!” But she just laughs. I end up payin’ way too much. Whatever, I’m in Lercara-Friddi, livin’ the dream, right?

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