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About Bologna

I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

In Evidenza

Finally, I made it home, exhausted but happy. I plopped on my couch, thinking about the day. It was wild, emotional, and totally unexpected. Manerbio, you never cease to amaze me. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

In the Brescia countryside, there's a Japanese inn taking on traditional cuisine with sushi: Siseroshi