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About Bologna

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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But then, the afternoon hits. I’m cleaning up, and I hear shouting outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade on Via Roma! Like, what? I didn’t even know there was a parade today! People are dancing, music’s blasting, and I’m stuck in the bakery. I’m torn between joining the fun and finishing my orders.

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