Tell me which direction to take and I'll keep the narrative going.
"We’ll be broke by Monday," Di Gianno laughed, pouring two final drinks. Cristi Rizescu Si Di Gianno Iti Dam Pe Datorie
The neon sign of "La Di Gianno" flickered, casting a bruised purple light over the Bucharest sidewalk. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted garlic, cheap tobacco, and the melodic, weeping strains of a violin. Tell me which direction to take and I'll
