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About Bologna

Here’s the deal—whores ain’t just sex n sass. Nah, they’re scrappers, like me n you, fightin the grind. *Melancholia* got that vibe—end o’ the world, but damn, they’re still dancin! “All I know is life,” that line—I see it in em, tough as nails. Once saw Rosie give her last buck to a stray mutt—heart o’ gold, folks!

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Enclosed in a ring of Renaissance walls and surrounded by arable farmland, Città di Castello is the major stop on northern Umbria’s borderlands with Tuscany.

Then, I get to my first appointment. This guy, Marco, he’s a character. He’s all about that vintage car insurance. I mean, who even needs insurance for a car that’s older than me? But whatever, I’m here to make a sale. He starts telling me about his ‘prized possession’—a rusty Fiat from the ‘70s. I’m trying to keep a straight face. I mean, it looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure you wanna insure this thing?” But I nod and smile. Gotta keep the customer happy, right?

Figure 7 Alberto Burri, Cretto bianco, 1975. Fondazione Palazzo...