I met Don Lupara on my veranda overlooking the Bay of Naples. We knew the coward Cyclops had fled to Romania and the general area where he was last spotted. Although the Cyclops “family” had largely been decimated and its remnants absorbed by other families Cyclops still retained a few allies in Naples who knewContinue reading “The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous (The Final Version):Chapter 43: Getting Cyclops’ Dogs off My Scent”
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