I feel so great a disappointment.
For this Italy, I say. This story of whores, denials, resentments and payments in the envelope. I feel a sorrow and a grief so great to think about what the future holds. What is our future right now? And the thing that makes me mad is that people pretend to nothing: all burdened by their problemucci irrelevant to instill not realize that they are playing with 50 million asses, our asses. Long live Italy, eh?
I'm really no possible adjective.
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