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Why I Became a Showgirl in Italy

In this creatively bleak époque, I was a modern dancer.

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The Day I Started Dating an Italian Named Giovanni

This entry is part 2 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta Days passed, and romance blossomed. Of course, it wasn’t...

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My Escape from Genoa, the City of Sin

This entry is part 3 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta I filed the train statement away and after the show that...

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Living the Lie of Domestic Tranquility

This entry is part 4 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta In retrospect I realize that my not having a boyfriend for all...

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How I Found My Way Back to Myself

This entry is part 5 of 5 in the series: Tits, Feathers, and a Bowl of Pasta I tried to re-assemble my life but nothing seemed to fit. The...

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