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MI CHIAMO GIUSEPPA TUFANO
I WAS HAPPY IN MARSEILLE, WITH JEAN PAUL. I USED TO SMOKE, HE SAID : GIUSEPPA, IT'S AWFUL TO KISS A WOMAN WHO TASTES LIKE CIGARETTES
UN BEL GIORNO ANDAI IN FRANCIA, CON VESTITO
ALLA FRANCESE. UN BEL GIOVANE BORGHESE MI CHIESE:
ONE FINE DAY I WENT TO FRANCE, I WAS WEARING A FRENCH DRESS AND A YOUNG BOURGEOIS BOY ASKED ME:
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