Hey un po ‘freddo tutto

As a kid, my grandma’s folks owned a small family, in-house restaurant. Germans were staying there. She would’ve filled a basket with food, smiled to the unwanted guests, they smiled back, then she would’ve carry the food to the partisan. Now, IDK about you, but I loved my nana, and I’ve inherited her looks, temper, and values. So, you can bet that I’ll make an assembly line of f%cks and throw them of a plane, if I decide that is needed.