Idk if it's the former Catholicism the mental illness the bdsm or what but sometimes I do crave a cilice

There was this Catholic Italian writer in the Middle Ages and when his wife died he was traumatised to find out she wore a cilice and since I was a student I remember thinking: Jacopone, you really don't understand women (no man in the Middle Ages did, you are not special)

Let me give it a try

L'esistenza dei fumatori di iqos mi rende arrabbiatissima ma mi dà un senso di superiorità ma a me non verrebbe mai di fumare su un pullman GET A GRIP VI ODIO VI ODIO

"Scusi, le dà fastidio se fumo l'iqos?"
"Eh sì, un po'"

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