Don Lupara came to pick me up in his Russian Zil from my Positano asylum and take me “home” to Naples. If only Ginevra had been travelling in Lupara’s Russian Zil amour plated and all. But being of Russian manufacture it was “in the shop” the day of the murderous blast. It was all pleasantContinue reading ““The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous” : Chapter 41: Leaving my Positano Asylum and Should I Become a Narcotics Kingpin?”
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