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In Paris, we only eat kebab, and since I’m a vegetarian, I’m the one getting screwed. That’s why I listen to the Armenian Aznavour’s records sung in Italian, and go drop dead.
In Paris, we only eat kebab, and since I’m a vegetarian, I’m the one getting screwed.
That’s why I listen to the Armenian Aznavour’s records sung in Italian, and go drop dead.
Discover the sharp wit behind this Paris critique and enjoy Charles Aznavour’s timeless Italian melodies.
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