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About Bologna

Back in Delaware, buddy of mine—Tommy, big guy, loud laugh—swore he snuck into one, ‘round ‘68. Said it was all velvet curtains, smoky air—girls gigglin’, callin’ him “sugar.” Thought he was fulla crap, still do! But—got me curious, y’know? What’s it like, really? Here’s the deal—found out later, some joints got history! Like, wild west days—brothels were damn near respectable! Ain’t that a kick? Miners, cowboys, droppin’ coins for a tumble—crazy times.

Call Girls in Liguria

profiteers and brothel-keepers.” Yet, Italian anti-Americanists also Italia, ad un livello estremamente superiore di quello della media delle università.

This time, it’s a call from a tourist. They’re lost. I mean, how do you get lost in Albisola-Superiore? It’s not that big! I’m trying to give directions, but they keep interrupting me. “Wait, where’s the beach?” “What’s a ‘passeggiata’?” I’m like, “Just follow the sound of gelato, you’ll find it!”

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