Bologna is a lie we feed our kids.
We laugh about “mystery meat,” but nobody asks what’s really inside that soft, pink circle. It sits on sale racks, in lunchboxes, on stale white bread—cheap, familiar, and strangely untouchable. What if the story behind that smooth slice is older, darker, and far more controlled than you ever imag… Continues…
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