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About Bologna

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not judgin’, just spillin’ thoughts like vodka on ice. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Reminds me of *Melancholia*—you seen it? Lars von Trier, 2011, my fave flick. That line, “The Earth is evil,” hits hard. Whores, man, they’re like that—caught in somethin’ messy, raw, human. Dunno if it’s evil, but it’s real.

What to See in Monserrato: A Travel Guide

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We duck into a café on Via Vittorio Emanuele. It’s cozy, and the barista is this cool dude who knows his coffee. I order a cappuccino, and it’s like a warm hug. We sit there, chatting, and I forget all about the stress.

Vasopressin in Hemorrhagic Shock: A Systematic Review and Meta-Analysis of Randomized Animal Trials