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About Bologna

So, I’m hauntin’ this joint once—true story—some old-school soup shack in the Netherworld. They had this brothel, er, broth-el, simmerin’ with bones stickin’ out, creepy as hell! Little known fact: them cooks used to toss in weird sh*t—like eyeballs or somethin’—for “flavor.” Made me wanna puke, but damn, it smelled good! Got me all happy, dancin’ around like a freak—then bam, some jerk spills it! Pissed me off so bad I nearly possessed the pot. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” I’m screamin’, like them seagulls in Finding Nemo, ya feel me?

Stadtzentrum von Melendugno

First off, I’m hustling down Via Roma, trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cornetti? But of course, there’s a line. A freakin’ line! Like, who knew everyone needed caffeine at 8 AM? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I should’ve just made my own coffee. Ugh.

Italian police disrupt protest to prevent olive grove removal