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About Bologna

Here’s a kicker—didja know some o’ these gals got code words? Like, back in the day, they’d say “lookin’ for a date” and everybody knew the score! I was shocked plumb to death when I heard that—felt like I’d stumbled into Cronenberg’s world, all sneaky and twisted. Made me laugh, too—me, tryin’ to crack their code, whisperin’, “I just wanna talk movies, y’all!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Brothel Museum. Leave all hope you who enter, if your hope is to find any transgression or vulgarity. Here the display shows the society of.

After dinner, we wander around. Maniago at night is something else. The lights, the vibe, it’s magical. We hit up a gelato place on Via Cavour. I get pistachio, and it’s divine. But then, I drop it. Right on the ground. I’m standing there, staring at my fallen gelato like it’s a tragedy. Luca’s cracking up, and I’m just like, “Why, universe, why?”

Torrington police officer promoted to sergeant