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About Bologna

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Cosa vedere e fare ad Avola, tra barocco, mare, mandorla e vino

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Garibaldi, and I swear, the traffic was a nightmare. Like, come on, people! It’s not a parking lot! I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn, and this dude on a scooter zooms past me like he’s in a race. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You ain’t in the MotoGP!”

Peaks and Valleys of Nero d’Avola (Published 2015)