Ну а контекст подскажет старик Гугл. Dear Signore Direttore; Now I am tella you a story how I was treated at Your hotella. I comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a younga Christian man at your hotella. When I comma in my room I see is no shit in my bed. How can I sleep with no shit in my bed? So I calla down to receptione and tella, I wanna shit. They tella me: Go to toilet. I say. No, no. I wanna shit in my bed. They say: you better not shit in your bed you sonnawabitch. What is a sonnawabitch? I go down for breakfast into ristorante, I order bacon and eggs and two pissis of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress, and pointa of toast. I wanna piss. She tella me: Go to toilet. I say : No, no. I wanna piss on my plate. She then say to me: you bloody hella not piss on the plate, you sonnawabitch. What is a sonnawabitch? Later I go for dinner in your ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress: I wanna fock. And she tella me: sure everybody wanna fock. I tella her: NO, no. You don´t understand me. I wanna fock on the table. She tella me: so you sonnawabitch wanna fock on the table? Get your ass out of here. So go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanna stay in this hotella no more. When I have paid the billa, the portier say to me: Thank you, and peace on you. I say:piss on you too, you sonnawabitch. I go back to Italy.I never gonna stay at your hotella, you sonnawabitch. Sincerely Agnomma
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