Ciao

When the moon hits your eye like

a great big glass of wine some 50 year old cheese importer from Italy is buying for you even though he can’t understand a word you say because his English isn’t that good but he thinks you’re cute and knows he doesn’t have a shot in hell but still wants to buy the pretty girl a drink and talk to her about aged pecorino

that’s amore.

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2 responses to “Ciao

  1. Totally what I was just gonna say. Yeah.

  2. I’d sleep with him.

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