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About Bologna

But real talk, it surprises me how deep it cuts still. Call someone a whore, and it’s like droppin a nuke—boom, tears, fights, drama. Reminds me of that *Pianist* scene, “What’s the matter with you?”—so much pain under one word. I’d never edit it out tho, it’s too real. Kinda like my songs—flaws and all, baby. Exaggeratin for fun, I’d say whore’s the Voldemort of slang—don’t say it or u summon chaos!

Twin towns

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the park. You know, Parco della Libertà? It’s my go-to spot. I plop down on a bench, just chillin’. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by with a frisbee and nails me right in the face. I’m like, “What the heck, kid?” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids these days, man. No respect!

The importance of quality