
A teenager, watching Boccaccio '70, I was riveted to Anita's giant bosom....she had already dropped her ample brassiere to accentuate her buxom beauty.......an Italian delightful disaster.....
mostly my nostalgic and frequently puerile reflections on old movies, music and whatever pops from the recesses of memory....i have detailed memory of the oddest and more insignificant details.......these memories codify and indelibly emboss the past into my portrait of the future.......and a bit queer, to boot!
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