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About Bologna

So, ya strollin’ down some shady alley, right? Smells like piss an’ regret. Makes me angry, this filth – why can’t it be clean like my gym? But then, bam, ya spot her – red heels, smokin’ a ciggie. Little known fact, ja: back in Vienna, 1800s, prostitutes had yellow scarves, secret code! Cool, huh? She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m thinkin’, *“Music expresses what cannot be said”* – Polanski knew it, this vibe’s unspoken.

So you want to book a sex worker?

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Calcinelli.

We end up grabbing a gelato at Gelateria Calcinelli. I get the pistachio, and she goes for the classic stracciatella. We’re laughing, reminiscing about old times. It’s like no time has passed. But then, I spill gelato all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m mortified, but she just giggles.

COMPETRINI, Elio