You almost expect some gigilo with a wire-thin moustache and a black tux to come rushing over, pick up the rose, stuff it into his nostril, then offer it to you, before falling to his knees and gnawing on her ankle.
You almost expect some gigilo with a wire-thin moustache and a black tux to come rushing over, pick up the rose, stuff it into his nostril, then offer it to you, before falling to his knees and gnawing on her ankle.
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