The Day I Became An Ugly American

Hanging in Rome before I became an ugly American.
I have a confession. Come closer, I’d hate for this to get out. (Deep Breath) O.K., last September, on a sunny day in …
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I have a confession. Come closer, I’d hate for this to get out. (Deep Breath) O.K., last September, on a sunny day in …
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