“You...have got me pregnant! ”
“You...are a mediocre man! ”
“I hope your ulcerous pustules
open and burn more than ever before! ”
An ordinary day
in Pompeii
then all is
forgotten
as Vesuvius
enters history.
Praiano: 7.30 PM FRIDAY
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