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About Bologna

Check it, she’s out on the block, right? Ain’t no script, just survival. I’m thinkin’, damn, society’s fake as hell—judgin’ her, but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, man, got me heated! Back in Rome, prostitutes ran temples—sacred vibes, no cap. Now? They’re ghosts, dodgin’ cops, livin’ double lives. One chick I heard ‘bout, saved up, got a degree—boom, flipped the game! That’s Kanye-level genius, yo.

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Anyway, I finally make it to my studio on Via San Giovanni. It’s cozy, filled with clay and dreams. I’m all set to throw some pots. But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” And I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a festival in the piazza. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need. More distractions.” But Marco’s all hyped, so I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.”

‘It’s my spiritual sanctuary’