Ciao bastardos. I'm Romano Vargas, the personification of Southern Italy.

I don't need to tell you about my history. If you're really that interested, you can Google it. Wikipedia's got everything from the very beginning to the now.

I have flaws that are hidden through qualities, like being a fucking good pickpocket, or an expert at being able to take a siesta anywhere, but don't let it deter your judgement of me.

Fears aren't my thing at all, so don't even try anything.

But keep this shit away--
Turtles. You think cats and spiders are bad? You haven't messed with those things yet.
-and-
British foods. I don't even need to justify that. It's CENSORED.

...Is that it? Yeah, it is. If you've got something to say, say it. If you don't, then you don't

DON"T EVER TOUCH MY DAMN CURL ! fuck. I made it bigger so you can see it shitheads
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(( @Im_the_piano rada rada rada.... rada!))