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About Bologna

Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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So, I’m heading to work, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m an accountant, but honestly, I feel more like a juggler sometimes. I’m dodging tourists near the Piazza della Libertà, trying not to spill my coffee. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. Turns out, he’s a tourist, and he’s lost. Like, really lost. He’s looking for the train station, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down Via della Repubblica!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m trying to be nice, you know?

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