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About Bologna

Oh, and typos? Fuckin galore—whore’s life ain’t polished, neither’s this. Whores’re raw, real—Zodiac’s obssess—obsession?—nah, truth. “I need to know who he is,” Graysmith’d say bout the killer. Me? I wanna know who they are—whores, legends, ghosts. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But they’re the pulse in the dark, mate—fuckin electric.

What is the Madonna-Whore Complex?

whore (hôr, hōr or, often, hŏŏr), n., v., whored, whor•ing. n. strumpet. to act as a whore. to consort with whores. debauch. Pronouns contraction of who are: Who're the people at the next table? .

After that, I head over to the market on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! I love the vibe, but man, it’s like a sardine can. I’m tryin’ to squeeze past this old lady with a cart full of tomatoes. She’s takin’ her sweet time, and I’m like, “Lady, I got places to be!” Finally, I get past her, and boom! I trip over a crate. Tomatoes everywhere! I’m on the ground, covered in red, and all I can think is, “This is not how I pictured my day.”

John Ceriale