You might be gladdened that I do not have real power; you might also worry that I am thinking seriously about acquiring it, not that I know who Rai TV thinks its kidding, maybe itself. Padre threw a fit when his zoppetto asked in the car if we were Sicilian, to his scorn, as Sicily is a whole other country, in comparison to pressing my lips to Roman soil. You'd be surprised, you would, what little Benito with her flaccid teats would do, but her grandiosity needs its rest this evening.
I'm thinking. Not just on the fuck worthiness of Vincent Perez either.
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