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About Bologna

Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

A visit to the City

So, I’m walking down to the beach, right? The waves were crashing, and I could smell the salty air. Roccella’s beach is stunning, man. The sand is soft, and the water? Crystal clear. I was ready to dive in. But then, I saw this group of kids playing soccer. They were good! Like, way better than I ever was.

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