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About Bologna

Me mate Kimo, he says, “Bruh, dey everywhere!” Got mad once, dis haole tourist stiffed her, she cursed him out—loud! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I yelled in me head, lovin da chaos. Little secret, yeah? Old timers say prossies worked da pineapple fields back in da day—true story! Hidin from da bosses, makin quick cash. Wild, huh? Surprised me, dat history—thought it was all surf and Spam musubi.

Prostituzione perché a Terni non si fanno multe sulle strade del vizio

Locked in one of the rooms is Ai, a malfunctioning android prostitute, waiting to be deactivated. By error at check-in, Quinto meets Ai. 6. Roberto Benigni.

So I’m already a bit miffed, but whatever. I take my coffee and stroll down Via Roma. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling fire and all that jazz. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn your eyebrows off!” But he’s got this crowd, and they’re loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—WHAM!—a pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, and everyone’s just cracking up. I’m like, “Great, just great. This is how my day starts.”

Navigating the Craters of Terni