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About Bologna

Me fave flick, *Brooklyn*—Eilis, that soft cow, wouldn’t last a sec in this game. “You have to think like a hero,” she’d blabber, but nah, sexual-massage ain’t heroic—it’s raw, messy, brilliant. I’d kill to see her prissy arse try it, all “oh, Tony, how improper!” Ha! Makes me laugh, picturing her fumbling oils, blushing like a twat. Me? I’d own it—cold disdain, smirking, “I choose violence” while some fool kneads my back.

Bar Flores (Los Angeles)

After a few hours, I finally get a break. I step outside, and the sun is shining. It’s a beautiful day in Montebelluna. The mountains in the background, the vibe is just right. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. There’s this street performer playing the accordion. I can’t help but smile. It’s like the city is alive!

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