Its Like A Meat Grinder In Here
I don't get you.
You're obviously not normal. A normal person would have run away screaming a long time ago. You, on the other hand, are demonstrably abnormal, the way you insist on clicking these links over and over again. It's not like I'm hiding anything either; this is a lot of pain with absolutely no reward. Case in point - more pain:
He was the man who was about to make Lombardo's Steakhouse renowned for something else. Something terrible, just unbelievably awful.
And no one seemed to notice him… until it was too late… until the deed was almost done.
Of course, that was the idea, wasn't it? In his black three-button Ermenegildo Zegna suit and dark-tinted sunglasses, Bruno Torenzi could have been anybody. He could have been everybody.
Besides, it was lunch. Broad daylight, for Christ's sake.
You want more? Of course you do. Click here. Do it.