Narrator:
These disenchanted young people, lying in the sun on the Spanish Steps, are hooked together like a basket full of kittens or a brood of chicks, falling asleep or making love or singing. They remind us how different we were. How different our relationship to women. We had to hide to make love: in the kitchen... in the darkness of movie houses, in the bathroom. It was so difficult to have a woman. So, one went to the whore house.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:20