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About Bologna

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, installer of radio-electronic gear, and I hate everything. ‘Specially prostitutes. One time, I’m fixxing a busted transmitter, and this hooker strolls by—fishnets, heels, whole damn circus. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of “Finding Nemo”—“Fish are friends, not food,” right? Well, this chick’s like, “Men are wallets, not friends.” Made me mad as hell. All I want is peace, quiet, and maybe some bacon, but nooo, she’s yammering about “services.” I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather swim with sharks than deal with you.

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy spills his drink all over me. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I’m soaked! I’m about to lose it again, but then I see the guy’s face. He’s so sorry, and he’s trying to help clean it up. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off. “Guess I’m part of the party now!”

Genoa, violent brawl and bottle blowing: Bar San Teodoro closed for 5 days