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About Bologna

Oh, and get this—little known tea: in Shakespeare’s time, “whore” was slung at dudes too! Imagine that, some crusty lord callin his rival a whore over, like, a land spat. Hilarious, right? Makes me giggle thinkin bout it—whore’s got no gender, it’s equal-opportunity shade! I’m typin so fast I’m messin up—sorrrry, 11 typos incoming, probs already hit 5, lol.

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The pitfalls and pleasures of a love triangle are at the heart of Jean Eustache's film. Produced during the heyday of Jean-Luc Godard.

After the rain let up, I decided to stroll around the city. Novara is so beautiful, man. The architecture is a mix of old and new. I passed by the Basilica di San Gaudenzio, and that dome is just something else. I could stare at it for hours. But then, I got distracted by this street performer on Piazza Martiri. He was playing the accordion, and honestly, he was killing it! I dropped a couple of euros in his hat. Gotta support the arts, right?

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