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Last published Wed, Dec 21, 2016
Storia di una ragazza della California, con la voglia di vivere, viaggiare ed essere felice con se stessa e con chi le sta accanto. La sua passione è il surf, non riesce ad abbandonarlo, vive per ciò che le onde le trasmettono. Per lei è arrivato il momento di voltare pagina, pensare al suo futuro e a quanto pare le sue ambizioni sono parecchie. Al suo fianco vi è Rosaly, la sua migliore amica, sono il giorno e la notte, due poli opposti, caratteri totalmente differenti ma in grado di rendere tutto una vera e propria forza, l'accompagneranno mille avventure tra cui una folle storia d'amore. A Venice Beach c'è aria di nuove novità, il tutto è davvero imprevedibile.
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You see, there are these apps where anybody can write books, stories and the sort and one day, scrolling the FB (which I don't usually do but I kill time with it on occasions) my eyes fell on a title that made me scoff. The title, 'Mafia in Love'. I remember I laughed terribly then, one of the very few times I laughed, or smiled for that matter. Some people truly feel they know anything about Mafia. It was not far from the truth, though. We are in love. We are in love with money, power, luxury and women. Actually more like to f. women. A lot. At least that's what I love. We love to say "Forget abou'it!" when actually we don't forget at all. Oh, and guns. Yeah, I was in love with my own that was never far from me, always nicely tucked in the belt of my suit pants, always my best companion. I can't even count how many times it saved my life. So, unless the story was about that, I was positive it was nothing but a load of crap and bullshit, probably written by a silly teenage girl who fell in love with some actor playing in a mafia movie. Either way, I laughed and forgot about it. For a while. Until I saw it again in a notification flashing on the screen of my phone while I was shitty high, bored and pissed in the office of my favorite club. My name is Don Raffaello Capozzi and this is the story of my only love. *Mature content"
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