<!– Innamoramento al femminile –>

Cazzo, Luciana mi si sta innamorando. Don’t do it Lou, please.

Since we finished planning our upcoming meeting, she’s been working out that routine I know too well. I hope it’s just a game; I hope she’s able to get out of it back into sanity.

Why can’t women just enjoy without having to fall for it? Why can’t they be lighthearted and happy and fresh as a rose without having to spoil it all with their silly love addiction?