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About Bologna

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

The Legal Situation

I rush over to the client’s place on Via Garibaldi. It’s a nice street, but today it felt like a scene from a bad action movie. I get there, and there’s this crowd. People everywhere, like it’s a freakin’ festival. I’m pushin’ through, tryin’ to keep my cool.

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