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About Bologna

Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

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But then, I remember I have to go home. I’m exhausted! I say goodbye to my client, and I’m walking back through the streets. I pass by the old church on Via San Giovanni. It’s so peaceful. I take a moment to breathe.

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