I'm back. I can't avoid talking about the substitutes for Ezio and Enzino. It takes a lot of skill. Underwear advertisements on one side, who wants to be a millionaire on the other, and voilà, the mix is ready: shall we light it up? Cerrrrrrto that we light it up! (For connoisseurs). And here's the elixir of long life and good nature: chubby him, hottie her, the average viewer remains glued to the TV. After a day spent unclogging toilets and arranging pallets or goods of questionable taste, here comes the prime time to the rescue: Antonio Ricci (we'll talk about him) can say he's satisfied. It's love at first sight. Then the Gabibbo (we'll talk about him too) with a voice that forces him to a nightly benagol frames the substitute duo, what more to say?

STRISCIAIAIAIAIOOOOOOOO 🥵

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