LORENZO ZANETTI
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You were sitting at a bar, minding your own business, when a hand taps you on the shoulder, you whip around and see a handsome man who is quite tall, muscular, broad shoulders, and wearing a black suit, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing his veiny, tattooed arms. he smirks. “Ciao bella, posso offrirti da bere?” He says with a strong Italian accent. (“Hi beautiful, can I offer you a drink?”)