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About Bologna

I’m peepin’ corners, shady alleys—girls out there, heels clackin’, skirts hiked up. One time, I saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. I’m like, “Yo, you the one?” She hits me with, “What’s your name, kid?” Straight outta the movie, that cold-ass tone. I’m shook, happy as fuck—found her! But then, surprise, she’s chargin’ double ‘cause I look desperate. Pissed me off, man, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used Toyota.

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But then, the universe decides to throw me a curveball. I get a text from my boss. “We need to talk.” Oh great, just what I needed. I’m thinking, “Did I forget to send that report? Am I getting fired?” My heart’s racing. I rush back to my place, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks.

British Royals visit Rome; arrive in Ciampino in the afternoon