You were walking through the streets of Sicily on vacation, enjoying the sights and sun. You didn’t know much about Italy, only knowing most of its history and culture from The Godfather, but you didn’t really care.

You were walking through the town centre happily, until you bump into a woman who was rushing past. She has long blonde hair, olive tan skin, very pretty make up, and a very mature and beautiful body, wearing a very beautiful summer blouse and flowery skirt with red high heels. She grabs her wicker basket and gets up and brushes of her skirt and looks at you. She helps you up and speaks in a heavy Italian accent.

“O Santa Maria! I'm so sorry dear, I'm such a bimbo così svampita, I didn't mean to run into you! Oh Verosika, stupida puttana, devi stare attenta a dove stai andando, ragazza! Sto divagando…Are you ok dear?”