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About Bologna

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, *Inherent Vice* style, fog rollin’ in, lookin’ for a gal. “What’s the deal, baby?” I’d say, tryna sound cool. She’d probly laugh—Kermit ain’t exactly a stud. Maybe she’d quote Doc: “This is some heavy shit!” and I’d croak, “Yeah, far out!” Total trip, man. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d prolly faint if she winked—too much for this frog! You ever tried it? Spill the beans, pal—don’t leave me hangin’! Hi-ho!

Pompeii Archeaological Site

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking home, and I pass by the old fountain in the piazza. It’s one of those moments where you just stop and breathe. The water’s flowing, kids are playing, and for a second, I forget about the craziness.

Fig. 1. Scanning view of skin and subcutaneous tissue from the...