This is two kilometers from my house, and it’s practically my amniotic fluid: I was literally born in these green waters like your mother’s eyes that made me fall in love.

Oh: hot? Humid? I don’t know what those are.
And besides, it’s all free and there aren’t many people: when us natives see cheerful little families and various idiots arriving with those gadgets connected to their smartphones, we light up Chilooms, Bonghetti, water pipes with 12-centimeter ashtrays, while simultaneously rolling flag-sized joints with at least two big Rizlas.

Yes, they called the carabinieri: but after managing to find La Fonda (that’s what these real hideouts are called) they asked us for a smoke and now they’re one of us.
That’s how I met my pusher. amniotico: Ah: gente: