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Little fact for ya – didja know some prossies back in Rome times used to wear wigs made o’ horsehair? Proper itchy, I reckon! Imagine that, struttin’ round, scratchin’ yer head – hilarious! I’m gigglin’, wobblin’ me head like I got one on, heh-heh. “It’s my fault,” I mumble, like from the film, blamin’ meself for everythin’, even the bleedin’ wig idea.

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Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

I head over to the Parco di San Giovanni. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people chillin’. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. Then I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

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