I am in this low-slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I`m wearing dark shades an expensive silk shirt. there`s no dirt under my fingernails. the radio plays Vivaldi and there are two women with me one with raven hair the other a blonde. they have small breasts and beautiful legs and they laugh at everything I say. as we drive up a steep road the blonde squeezes my leg and nestles closer while raven hair leans across and nibbles my ear. we stop for lunch at a quaint rustic inn. there is more laughter before lunch during lunch and after lunch. after lunch we will have a flat tire on the other side of the mountain and the blonde will change the tire while raven hair photographs me lighting my pipe leaning against a tree the perfect background perfectly at peace with sunlight flowers clouds birds everywhere.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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