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About Bologna

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore, man, what a trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout life, like in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That flick’s my jam, yeah! “What you cling to, you lose,” the monk says—whore’s life screams that, shagadelic style. She’s out there, hustlin’, tradin’ skin for cash, and I’m like, whoa, heavy vibes!

Milano Discreet Hookups

Cesano Maderno is a very well-kept town. This palace, a noble Lombard villa, certainly deserves to be visited internally as well. It overlooks the beautiful seventeenth-century Piazza Esedra on .

After that, I’m feeling all hyped, so I decide to hit up the local art scene. I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and there’s this pop-up gallery. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. Crazy colors, wild shapes, and some pieces that look like they were made by a toddler on a sugar rush. I’m laughing, thinking, “I could’ve done that!” But then I see this one piece that hits me hard. It’s a painting of the Tiber River, but it’s all twisted and dark. It’s like the artist captured the soul of Cesano. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels.

Winning double for Cerame and Bracco of the Cesano Maderno Cycling Society in Comenduno