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About Bologna

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Springfield, we got plenty—dancing at Moe’s, struttin’ down streets. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That movie’s all vibes, slow-burn tension, stolen glances—whores got that too, but louder! Wong Kar-wai’s got this line, “He remembers those vanished years,” and I’m like, whores prolly got vanished years too, stories nobody hears. Ain’t that deep? D’oh!

My name is Seth Guichardo Pottlebury.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude with a wild mustache, gives me a look like I just asked for a unicorn frappuccino. Like, c’mon man, it’s just coffee! Anyway, I get my drink, and it’s perfect. I’m feeling good, ready to tackle the day.

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