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About Bologna

But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

Primo Piano

Finally catch up to Marco at the fish market. He’s there, grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat, showin’ off his catch. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a boat!” He just laughs and says, “You can borrow my old one.” Old? Like, it looked like it was from the Stone Age! But I’m desperate, so I take it.

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