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A TOUR VERY Gianda

Audience with great pleasure that a letter was sent to me by one who I consider the paradigm of living gianditudine, giandonaggine or if you prefer. Giandololla is my great friend and mentor (Mentor a woman you say so?) Things gendarmes. Not comment because as you can see for yourself, there is no need of comments, it is so eloquent Giando in the event itself and the same. Your
Polly.

Dear Polly,

you should know that yesterday I, Anto, Cot and Wanda went on a trip to the Island which is owned by the Garda 'accounts Cavazza indeed of the sons of Count 7. I had studied a look suitable for a long time, if anything were to meet someone the family as already 'had happened to me visiting the castles of Scotland. Well fisherman blacks with gold buttons, T-shirt with cat, Denny Rose embroidered jacket, bag of Saint Tropez, and of course Todd's pink. Having given the small car parked in Salo 'instruct the troops on how to behave during the visit to do the usual figures of that shit: TOBACCO Rutte, FORBIDDEN Petare and swearing. That said 'I go back to the meeting but unfortunately I do not see a step and fall into ruin on the ground mo' skin of a lion! An evil dog. I peel my leg, but ashamed as a murderess I get up at once without assessing the damage, minimizing the fact and saying that everything could have been worse: I think if I fell ON A SHIT ... etc etc ... After a while the acute Wanda pointed out to me that my pants broke and I lost a golden rectangle and the sunglasses have a lens completely scratched. In short, I made that looked like a beggar all tattered and finally the skipper was a beautiful blond angel hair long tanned what a shame!

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GIANDOLOLLA .