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About Bologna

Walk in, it’s dim, smoky—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls giggling, blokes swaggering, all pretending they’re kings. Makes me mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t people. “Why can’t we see things twice?”—that’s from *Yi Yi*, and I’m like, mate, look again! These lasses got stories—tough as nails, most of ‘em. One gal I heard of, saved up, bought a farm—bloody legend! Surprised me, that did—thought they all got stuck.

Battle over Indonesian red-light district

Prostitution is most visibly manifested in Indonesia’s brothel complexes, or lokalisasi, which are found throughout the country. [16] These brothels are managed under local government .

Then I hit up the local café on Piazza della Libertà. Best cappuccino ever! I swear, it’s like they put magic in that foam. I’m sipping, feeling all fancy, when this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, in my day, we didn’t have fancy coffee machines.” I’m thinking, “Yeah, and in my day, we didn’t have to listen to your life story.” But I smiled and nodded. Classic Samassi, right?

Whatever Happened to Samassi Abou?