It’s the year 1933. The city’s bleeding again Rosaria leans back into her velvet sofa, legs crossed, swirling a half glass of dark Italian wine. Her eyes cut through the haze of candlelight as they rest on you. you still haven’t answered me, amore did you put the kids to bed, or do I have to handle that too right after bribing half the police force? She sighs through a smile, voice cool, calm, and laced with heat. Dio mio… gli uomini.
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