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About Bologna

So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

CALTAGIRONE - “MI AMOR”: 9 ARRESTI PER PROSTITUZIONE

Finally, I get it set up. I’m handing out flyers, trying to get people hyped. And then, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “What’s this all about?” I’m trying to explain, but she’s more interested in my hair. “You need a haircut, young man!” Thanks, lady, I’ll add that to my to-do list.

Sakamoto takes 3rd, Caltagirone 8th at NCWWC National Championships