Bunchero, no we can't.

Bunchero, las Maria.

Larza Maria.

Come on, say.

Oh my god, your Italian, though, it's getting good.

My Italian is truly on point.

All I do now when I'm stressed is I head on over to do a lingo and just learn more Italian.

And now, thank shout out to the reader who hooked me up with a duolingo plus account because

it is taken, that see, it has taken my Italian to a whole new realm.

Such great heights.

Yeah, and now I'm fully like, I'm in.

You are in like, you are a Sicilian woman in like 1928.

I'm just like scrubbing the floors.

Oh, I'm kind of squat.

Very fat, but I make a mean past.

I always appeal the onions.

You're peeling green beans in a chair.

Yeah, like sitting on some dust.

I miss a Sicilian widow.

Uh-huh.

My husband long gone and I sit in the dust outside of the shack and peel beans.

And I make some food that the local villagers come by and they give we trade.

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