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About Bologna

Anyway, I like ‘em, sorta—they’re tough, man! Tougher than me, and I once ate a whole jar’a mayo thinkin’ it’d make me smart. (Spoiler: it didn’t.) That movie line, “Killing is the worst crime!”—eh, prostitution ain’t killin’, but some folks act like it’s close. Dumbasses. I’d hire one to fix my radio, if they knew how—prolly better at it than me! Hella respect, dude, they’re out there survivin’. What ya think, pal? Prostitutes—cool or what? I’m ramblin’, gotta bounce—radio’s sparkin’ again! Peace out!

Prostitution in Sicily: The Good Sister of Highway SS385

But after taking one look at the dead woman's face, the nun knew immediately who it was lying cold and stiff on the gurney: Elena, a Nigerian prostitute who had plied her trade on highway .

Then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a market on Piazza Italia. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talking tomatoes so red they look like they’re blushing. I grab some, but then I see this old dude arguing with a vendor. Like, c’mon, it’s just a tomato! But nah, he’s all like, “I want my money back!” I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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