But I can’t stand the disgusting men drooling all over us. And why did we have to come to this particular discothèque? It’s a hole in the wall, really small. There are famous ones all over Bologna. Why was Leigh so insistent on coming here?
I don’t know what to think, she was acting a little...
“Hey! No, I’m not interested! Please leave me alone.”
I wish these sleazy guys would leave me alone. Ones like them
bothered us most of the way on the train and getting around the city
this morning and afternoon. But it was worth it to see some of the
sights, like the fountain in the Piazza del Nettuno.
Oh, here comes Leigh, maybe she’s ready to take a dancing break.
We should go get our own drinks to prevent people buying them for us!