Slayer Seasons in the Abyss
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(a nickname for two users instead of 10 nicknames for each user)
Slayer Seasons in the Abyss
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Come on, what's the harm in them sharing a name, him and his younger brother? They're a reverse Fake (one nickname for two users instead of 10 nicks for each user). Anyway, what was I listening to at thirteen? If he doesn't read my reviews, he might learn something...
Paolo Poeti Ciao Nì (1979)
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When I decided to review (review?) this film (film?), I had a doubt about whether to put the director's name or the main actor's (who is also the screenwriter, costume designer, and composer) next to the title. If I had opted for the second option (RenatoZero: Ciao nì), the anonymous users (who are mostly registered users lacking guts) would have unleashed a torrent of insults (like Daniele calling me "culatino"). Instead, everything shifted to a phrase I wrote in the playlist ("a great tax evader has died"), to which all the users associated Pavarotti. So was my statement a truth? What really bothers me is the fact that when a person dies (famous or not), they become a saint. Everyone repeats that they were the best, even though we might have hated them deeply while they were alive. So since I am truly a bastard inside (and outside), I am not afraid to wish death upon someone, and I must say that sometimes I hit the mark. (At 12 years old, with my brother's still-warm corpse in the grave, a peer laughed and said, "Your brother wanted to fly." Can you believe I didn't wish him death? At 16, at the funeral of my peer who died in a motorcycle accident, I was the only one missing, and when I go to the cemetery to greet my brother, my parents, uncles, and playmates, he's the only one I don't greet. Yes, I really am a bastard.)
Tinto Brass Yankee
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I mean, a Tinto Brass film without close-ups of juicy buttocks? That seems quite strange to me. Well done, great review.
Blake Babies Earwig
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Wow PRETAZZO, so you're still breathing after all!
Marco Conidi Nuvole e Regole
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I didn't say nonsense. Not here at least.........
Francesco Guccini Guccini
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I repeat, it's because we are ignorant and don’t understand English that certain "phenomena" exist in Italy. And let me be clear, in my ignorance, I really appreciate our singer-songwriters, precisely because I understand what they say. Something I just can't do with Dylan. (On the night between May 25 and 26, 2007, Faust'o told me: "Davide, you need to learn English, you don't know what you're missing." The same things that the legendary Pedraelighe told me last year in London. But I am ignorant.)
Paolo Poeti Ciao Nì (1979)
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Dear @@@anonimo, you know nothing about my life. If you're passing through these parts, come to visit me; I have no problem discussing who harms the Italian system and who doesn’t. (I don't download music unless it's for records that I already bought in the past on EllePi; I don’t watch movies, so I don’t need those, and I still have the 65 euros for a game per year to run on my unmodified PlayStation. You, on the other hand, feel hurt if someone calls you a thief, right?
Giancarlo Santi Il grande duello (1973)
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@@@Azzo and Happy@@@@ are you two coming to Emofiliaco/CPT's house on the 22nd?
Lucio Battisti Emozioni
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Objectively, Exit is the greatest Italian rock singer-songwriter album of the '90s. Subjectively, no, believe me, PrimiBalli is.