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About Bologna

Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

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I head back home, and the streets are buzzing. Via Roma is alive with people. I’m dodging tourists and locals alike. It’s a whole scene! I finally get to my place, and I’m ready to dive into work. But first, I grab a quick snack.

Flying start for JKT Mbweni, Jeshi Stars