Another day spent brushing up on my woofish Italiano, but extraordinarily, my Entourage seems incapable of understanding even the most basic Italian phrases. I am seriously considering trading them in for a more chic and linguistically flexible team.
A Terrier of my runway modelling background, with a vocal range unprecedented amongst my contemporaries, deserves something better than the monosyllabic utterances that seem to form most of the Entourage’s communication - I often wonder whether they are somehow better able to ‘speak’ to each other than they do to me, but find that unlikely. My suspicion is that I simply have to accept that it is a lonely life as an intellectual and perfect ’10’...
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