Paradise is beautiful. For instance, there’s this place near Sorrento, Italy:
But there’s a story behind all that beauty. People have to work hard to maintain those pristine beaches and unpolluted waters. And those workers eat pasta and sausage and salami and all that good stuff that no one cooks up quite like the Italians.
And it’s rare to see photos that take that background action into account. This one does. Those waves you hear aren’t the ocean. They’re the continual flushing of all those portapotties. Where do you think all that wonderful food ends up?
that’s cast rather a pall of gloom over the evening, hasn’t it?
I didn’t think so. If you want gloom, think of all the beachgoers who skip the portapotties…
uh… no…
Ewwwwww!
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I simply cannot add a thing.
Can you multiply?