Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Scales of Justice.
Did U call me
YO!
Well. I didnt get yr call
Must-a been a HOOBIE-DO. Whatever. They HAULED your Roman-pink TITS, Count Ramanici, the POLEzIA, Napoleon hats!...nice color..... Out of the Villa. Ragazzi-in mysterio! Must-a been a MUSTAPHA!
I got on the phone. I called Leonardo. *Count Ramanici.
telefono.
No. Italiano. The OTHER one...He from Paris
connected...
Councillieri.
No worries.
Finger prints.
Good. None.
Was SHE wearing the blood-stained dress.
YOU were.
No worries.
At which point did U kiss your Ass goodbye.
Ok. I-m making a note.
No. No. I only knew her briefly.
At the Hotel Angliterra.
Yo. Sure.
Your appointment.
17.00.
MY appointment!
Sure. Insignificant.
Did U ditch your Robe.
Yes. The red one.
How do I know.
I-m your lawyer.
Look. It doesn't look good.
I know.
Don't worry.
What!
See U in the morning.
Count Ramancini, Bippi, was one of my best friends, SOCIALLY, but his fiscality was worse than Frederico Fellini on a good day. He was found in the victims Palazzino hugging the victim. I had already, anonymous alerted the authorities yet I STOOD by him as his Attorney throughout the extensive / Italian.-Legalities. Got him off with 15 years of Counselling. He committed suicide in Prison after only 6 months. I married his Sister, the incumbant Countessa and assumed his Rank.
2019, davedelacroix.
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