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About Bologna

See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

Questura di Frosinone

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a car zooming down the street. Like, chill, dude! It’s not a racetrack! Frosinone’s streets are narrow enough as it is. I swear, some drivers think they’re in a Fast & Furious movie.

Arijon Ibrahimovic talks about his adventure at Frosinone: Ibra is an idol of mine, I hope to meet him