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Sandro, how does he cook for you? Are the dinners indigestible because of Posto al sole or is it just the slop? Or is it the fatal combination of the two elements? Bellicapelli, I can't imagine you like that, tell me it's just a literary device.

Ah, here it is!

And above all, why the hell if I vote for the 5 stars are there only 3?

And Malley8, this gentleman, what has happened to him?

Sure, I understand, but there's a way to go about it. Otherwise, they catch on to you right away, and it backfires... try to be less obvious. p.s. what a nice smile in this photo, you always look good, handsome.

I have too many ties, never been an uncompromising rocker, rather a long-time idiot. I don’t know if those are suitable credentials, but I would still accept dance lessons on the same terms you describe, but at home, since as an idiot I’m stationary. - I didn’t find this, but there seem to be some things online. Despite years of hanging out with every "genre," I knew nothing about him (even though I probably have heard of him before). Thanks.

I don't know if someone in the comments has already mentioned it, but I recommend "Koba - A Laughter and 20 Million Dead" by Martin Amis, which, as far as I know, is currently out of print.

I know the first two, which I liked. I didn't even know about this. I'm looking for it. Thanks

Yes, it's a Netflix series, I believe it's now in its fifth season (it might even be over, I'm not sure). I've watched up to the end of season 3 so far. It's centered around the character of Francis Underwood (not Underwold as written before), played by Kevin Spacey, and his rise to Congress, all the way to the U.S. presidency, navigating through all the lows and horrors, both political and human, the dynamics and power relations, the pretenses and deceptions as a constant practice. The series has a leaden nature, a steady pace; it doesn't thrive on twists (and even those are inserted into the inevitable machinery) but on continuous degradations that lead to increasingly compromising and unsustainable adaptations. You develop a growing disdain for almost all the characters, each revealing, over time, aspects that contradict those that initially defined them when they entered the scene. Sometimes, amid the wickedness, a surprising flicker of conscience peeks through, but it doesn’t seem destined to prevail. Now I will start the fourth season. Bye.

Psychopathic ears. I try to imagine: they would probably simulate, pretending to appreciate, even though they would likely be betrayed by aggressive behaviors. I believe another diagnosis is needed. The definition remains beautiful.