2.45 pm, at the exit of a nightclub district:
W.: "Hello, nice Witty"
P.: "Pleasure, Peter"
[...]
P.: "Look, I came here tonight, but I usually go down in Milan ... I go to the Village on Sunday ... uh, down in Milan have fun ..."
I, who am proudly a country boy, I could not repress a shudder, before such provincialism.
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