I have bad memories of the marketplace of Antignano.
the mornings of June / July with my mother at the time of the primary.
hot indescribable old shit fetavano of old shit, not even a shoulder that concert Rage Against The Machine.
old shit fetavano Rage Against The Machine.
old shitty cars with trailers that even the squat squat.
tamarri trucks loaded with 125, the filter glass, rollers and all those things that my friends told me and I did not really understand the shit because I never had the scooter.
old shit tamarri loaded with 125 to Rage Against The Machine.
types of stalls shouting the patane liiiiiiiiiiiiir to 10 thousand! .
rows of Rattus with the pants unbuttoned, and a 10 thousand pounds in hand.
heat
the stench
pogo
sweat
old shit rigged sixties, skimming past ninety years
the Lunapop
Rage Against The Machine, who sang the Lunapop.
short, a crowd that deserves a description meaningless nonsense.
DOMINA But the market.
underpants generally do take me there.
sometimes even something else.
DOMINATES the market.
But when mom goes there alone.
is said that American soldiers go to the market to buy Antignano of the famous guns in the shape of a dog which invaded Iraq for the noble cause to cut off his mustache on Saddam Hussein.
Killing in the name of the old market of shit Antignano
said in a statement song by Rage Against The Machine, the soundtrack of the war in Iraq.
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