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About Bologna

Once saw this gal’s ad—photo blurry, fishy-like! Thought, “Is she real, or trap, precious?” Hiss! Checked her X—posts dodgy, links dead. Nearly got scammed, I did—angry as a shark, me! But then—happy twist! Mate told me ‘bout “red light lore”—old Amsterdam yarn. Said prossies there whistle at punters, secret code! Blew me mind, it did—whistlin’ hookers, who knew?!

Chiavari: multate quattro prostitute, tre rumene e una albanese

Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m just vibin’. But outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and steals my croissant! I’m like, “Dude, that’s my breakfast!” I chase it for a sec, but it’s too fast. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-fuming. Like, who knew seagulls were such thieves?

An important masterpiece of the Flemish seventeenth century is on display in Chiavari