Because Florence is not as anarchic Milan? Here people salt on the bus in the middle of the door and down those front and back, big men dressed as rabbits roam the city, the Indians distribute leaflets that read "I'm looking for," signed "God."
This afternoon I went around with an Irishman, about 15 meters high and Berta (not row, and it is not a woman to be honest): Irish recited nursery rhymes of Melevisione while I injected into the melted chocolate vein.
Roberta (Berta not) makes a huge dictionary in his hands and says he has the power, as I read the concepts of legal philosophy which I do not want to know anything until at least June. He also procured a sunflower, so people will start taking me seriously when I say I'll go on a date with a sunflower in his pocket, even if it is a fake sunflower (well, real ones are too expensive!).
I am writing from London North soaked with rain.
I hope God will find you, try to hide it well.
Many biscuits to you all!
Marzia
PS I now tested a Milanese slang surprising
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