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About Bologna

So, I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with these gals? Little fact for ya—didja know in some spots, like Amsterdam, it’s all legal, taxed, and shiny? Blows my mind! Here, tho, it’s dodgy alleys, whispers, and cash slipped quick. Reminds me of that line—“We’re not leaving without her!”—‘cept I ain’t savin’ nobody, just chasin’ a thrill. Got me gigglin’ like a nutcase—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush?

Ex-Councilman's son gets prison for slashing prostitute's throat

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I end up in this little café on Via della Libertà. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat, and the barista just stares at me. I laugh it off, “Just your average forester, no biggie!”

Adella Sarah Vignola, loved Rehoboth Beach