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About Bologna

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a car, right? Not just any ride, tho. It’s that slick Honda Whore—er, I mean, *Hornet*, y’know, CB750. Classic bike vibes! Here’s the deal—I saw one back in Scranton, ‘73, kid you not. This fella, Tommy, he’s revvin’ it up, lookin’ like he owns the block. Loud as hell—made me jump, spilled my coffee! “Just keep swimmin’,” I muttered, laughin’—like Nemo’s ol’ pal Dory. That bike? Pure muscle, man.

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So, I finally wrap up, and I head over to her place on Via della Repubblica. She’s got this amazing pasta waiting for me. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget all your worries. We sit, we laugh, and I tell her about my day. She just shakes her head, “You need to slow down, my son.”

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