Italian style

“Amore ma con chi stai parlando? Sei passato di nuovo al baretto?” [cit.]

We had one nice and vaguely efficient waitress who was, not surprisingly, the least glamorous of them. Mostly, though, they were typical Italian hires (one thinks of Silvio Berlusconi and his cabinet of porn actresses): tall, angular, beautiful, haughty, heavily made-up and utterly, utterly useless.

Lo trovate a Londra, al 43 di Blandford Street.

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