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About Bologna

So, lemme tell ya bout this one gal—street name “Candy,” swear to God. Worked the corners near Hollywood, back when I was snoopin’ round LA. Not your typical hooker story, nah—she was smart, real sharp. Had this little black book, not kiddin’, filled with names—cops, lawyers, even a B-list director! Made me mad as hell—how’s she pullin’ this off? Hustlin’ the hustlers! I’m like, “Candy, you’re a damn puzzle!” She just smirked, said, “Larry, it’s all a game.” Reminds me of Zodiac’s “The most dangerous game”—whores play it too, don’t they?

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By now, I’m starving. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. The food? OMG. I order pasta, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping it down, and I can’t even. But then, the waiter spills water all over my lap. I’m like, “Really, man?!” But he’s super apologetic, and I can’t stay mad.

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