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THE SEA BORDER ROMAN HOLIDAY FASHION

People! A salute to begin with, since I had left with the burning of Rome. As you have heard from every media institution, newspapers, TV, web, have become the sought after No. 1 in the world. Not received any news from Bryan Boy, so no help to find the famous Kill Blogger. To escape from the Fashion Police have found refuge in the ruins of ancient Rome, among the billions of cats that live in these places. Fortunately, the cats were to take the place of food, even if indirectly: it simply stealing from the neighbors cats. But I could not live long that way, a short I contracted Hepatitis M. Wondering what kind of hepatitis is? Yes, the fire in Rome sparked the emergence of this new viral disease, which causes the loss of style in people, in favor of more famous outfits purchased directly on the stalls of "vucumprà. And 'the dreaded Hepatitis FASHION, which during the hot season has its maximum spread. And even the preaching of the fashion bloggers could help the infected. "Every man for himself." I had to wander around too, with handmade wooden and rubber bracelets? Or a nice pareo beachwear in Positano? Or even worse with the last of gadgets from China? (This summer is the most popular plastic watch). I "vucumprà" see Fashion! Pazzeski!

The history books teach us how urban centers are the focus of infection and places the sea oasis. So I moved bag and baggage to the sea! I just had to select the destination. I read that on Style.it trendier destinations for summer holidays in 2010 were: Rimini, Marina di Ostia and Naples. Um ... there was plenty of choice. But perhaps it was better to go to less fashionable places, maybe someone would recognize me. And so on Stampa.it proposal is a good trip: the National Park Circeo. "It 's also close to Rome! And 'perfect'.

Yet I had not paid too much attention to the words of the title ... I knew Odysseus and his journey to return to perpetual home from his dog, but the Marangoni lesson where the teacher came to the stage with the sorceress Circe, the bad ... I jumped! And to say that I had to jump in time to arrive at the opening of H & M that had the capsules in collaboration with Roberto Cavalli. Argh ...

Just do not think about it too. Necessary to prepare the raft and set off for the Circeo. We would arrive by sea, to escape the controls of the Fashion Police. Here is my

photo while I was getting ready to leave with my crew. (Actually I had with me just a big octopus, called Ursula, as a snack during the trip).

The crossing was not at all tiring. After two hours I began to see in the distance Mount Circeo that hung over the sea. But as I approached the air became more dark and gloomy. I felt a strange foreboding. Chills went up along my back. That place really seemed bewitched. "But the sorceress Circe still exist? It had been good or bad with Ulysses? Help!.

These were my last words, spoken to the polyp Ursula. He demanded that she answer me, but in vain. The sea was getting bigger. Violent wave washed over the raft. I ended up in the sea. I was drowning. And here came to my rescue the sorceress Circe, who turned me in to save a mermaid. How nice that was!

Circe was very kind. I had accepted me like a lost sheep. We had become so intimate and close. The time spent with her without realizing it ... I

A month passed. One month out of the world. Circe had me banned Find fashion and could not connect with the Fashion System. I did not know what was happening to the out. What will be posted on their blog my favorite heroes?

Yet I had a mission: find the killer of the blog. But the Wizard did not want to leave. How could I? Alas, I was trapped! Only a divine force could deliver them. But who? Who could ever come to this remote place and haunted?

None but Lei She was always close. I have always followed. You've never lost. And I had that for a while 'abandoned ... Ever! E 'Chiara was to save my loved ones. Without realizing one morning he woke up and I found myself adrift on the beach with an inscription engraved in the golden sand of those abandoned places ...

Near there was a message:" Gargy, do not abandon your mission. You have to change the world with your blog! Next, stand up and fight back ... we must defeat those who want to kill us Fashion Blogger! "

Clare was right ... why hide and yet escape the Fashion Police? "I had to fight and face it head on. Next Chiara, I am made the courage, I picked up my SLR 201291910 megapixel and I posted the classic fashion shoot.

is dear to you post to the sea, marine made with my friends. TOP!

Swimsuit: D & G Beachwear

Thank You To Preacher For Funeral

"HELLO MONDOOOO." Yes, this was my exclamation when I left that place is awesome ... now a month since you receive more news about me ... do not you wondered why? It 's true that news as the break between Belen and the Crown, rather than the DVD release of the concert "Friends for Abbruzzo," have passed the second floor in my story on national newscasts Open Studio. But in Actually there was a real news blackout, nobody talked about my arrest in a suspect and controversial!

I had left my visceral hatred for Marc Jacobs and trying to make me fall in love with Bryan Boy. Yes, I died a little Marc. I predicted the beginning of the 2nd French Revolution, but not to the point of killing him seriously! During the fashion week in Paris, there was an assassination attempt against the fashion designer. It has been discovered a Fendi bag containing a nuclear bomb in his hotel room. For very little disaster did not happen but the French Fashion Police managed to avert the danger. There was no no evidence attributed the attack. I was the only suspect, even in spite of myself having a motive enough said. The fashion in France is more influential than Carla Bruni singing, so in a short time they locked me up in the Bastille, the famous prison of the fashion conscious, the Fashion Killer! Oh yes my dear, as have been able to do this to me? I, lover of fashion, came into the world in order to change the fate of the planet through it, a Fashion Killer?? There are torchlight processions were gathered signatures, to public attacks by supporters of all my French, but nothing.

Look guys, here is a picture of my imprisonment in that hellish place.

I had to watch fights between women, telephones ringing and singing, to use cigarettes as accessories. The fashion in this place was hated, as Facchinetti at Valentino. But what frightened me most was the general hatred which had hovered between those thick walls to a girl. Yes, you, Clare. She saw in the new messiah of the devil, come down to us as a prophet to preach a new world, the blog. Every night they gathered to read the passage of the Bible taken from fashion. They were even planning and selecting the best designers ark to save them from the end of the world. Things chilling ... Pazzeske!

However we do not lose in useless talk, maybe one day I will write the diaries of those dark days. The judge gave me a life sentence, so I had no hope of freedom. Are you wondering how I ever did get out? Bryan Boy E'arrivato to save me, helping me to escape. He felt guilty about what happened, I knew I was innocent. But both had no idea who could have done an act so mean and deadly. One thing was certain: I wanted to jam!

Bryan Boy could not follow. I was a wanted man, a dangerous criminal Fashion Police sown by each country. The Elisha did print my face on every criminal on the run bottle of champagne. But where to go? In no place could be safe. I imagined that in Milan the army was already on alert. But Paris made me remember when Esmeralda asked for political asylum in Notre Dame. The Church can potreggermi! The church hates gays, he would never enter the Fashion Police in their seats!

So, bag and baggage is left for the Christian city par excellence, which, if not the city that hosts the Holy See, Rome ...

arrived in the basilica of St. Peter, the Pope has been received in audience. He felt ill the night before. But a friendly prelate took care of me. It was called Fra I guess, was a novice, the first harvest. In fact, his main task during the services was to guess the number of those present that he would eat the host. But it was soon became a mascot of the Vatican. Although his room was rather strange ... Posters for Lady Gaga, Madonna, George Michael. The walls of a pink baby. But above all, a collection of DVDs of Glee. Throughout the evening we did more than sewing. Oh yes, he wanted to give his coat a special touch ... I advised him of a beautiful red dye, shorten the hem of at least three spans and lots of lace! Because the lace is a must summer 2010!

The days passed and I and I guess we had become inseparable. But I had to give meaning to my life. I could not pick the flowers all day. I had to find the real assassin of Marc. Only then I would have been released from a sentence and return inflittami free.

I had no evidence on which to base my research. But just at that moment that I get here is a mms Bryan: "I retrieved the bag by Fendi, which contained the nuclear bomb! Inside there was also another in the reality ... I am sending you a pony. "

Wow! The mystery deepens! By now it was getting a case to the Geronimo Stilton! Inside there was a keystone, a famous headache invented to protect the great secret of fashion. Well-known, thanks to it, was the time when it was brought to light the corpse of Donatella Versace. The bomber wanted to destroy the bomb also the key? What was the point ... maybe its only purpose was to make me have! Perhaps only I could get to the little word of five letters on the first try without damaging secret! Finally came the clues.

I had to leave, I did not know whom to target but I had to leave. In town there was AltaRoma, the manifestation of haute couture fashion shows in Rome. I guess he wanted to spend one last evening with me, faced down a bunch of fashion victims who was organizing an aperitif on the terrace of a palace. Too bad it was not a building ... any

arrived before the palace, I look up and I am a bit 'stunned. "... But as the Palazzo Fendi?"

was an ongoing event. What a coincidence ... before the bag with the bomb, now a historical site in Rome. The fate will take me somewhere?

Friar guess he wanted to anoint with holy water all present hoping that these are the right way. But we climb to the top and immediately take advantage of the buffet instead.

Yes, if you're wondering what is next to me I guess. For the occasion, we packed a tunic-sheath. He could then not to follow the new fashion by Bryan heels. TOP!

finally I saw a lot of fashion. After prison, the Vatican, a dip in the fashion I needed really. Thank God, that Rome is always late on the trends. Fashion Blog here still have not arrived, so nobody knew who I was and no one could identify the Fashion Police.

While I guess he preached, I am puzzled by the word to be included in the key. Why I had to know the word?

In the meantime I guess I lose track of. What has happened? I think: "It will be safe in the bathroom ...." I go and find something shocking. "INDOVINOOOOOOOO, nooo!". It was lifeless, hanging from a rope. He was hanged my dear. Why? I read later on the mirror written in lipstick, this sentence: "I had a clue. See you soon. "Signed Kill Blogger.

was clear. He was an instigator of the attack. I was shocked. The mystery fiction was becoming a true yellow. But what was his evidence in reality? It was clear too: take me from here on. At that point I was immediately a flash of genius. "... 5 letters can now be just a word!" ...

Bingo. Fendi was the word keystone! But what I thought was a simple key was actually a time bomb! Just throw the container down from the palace to avoid to extinguish Sozzani. After 10 seconds E "BOOM." Rome in flames. Burns.

Here is a pose from my terrace behind the flames that flared up ...

In the frenzy surrounding manages to escape. Hours but the Fashion Police will think that I have organized everything. I wanted to destroy Rome. As a present-day Nero. Raze the city to ignore the fashion blog with a fire. Maybe he was trying to Kill Blogger. He had planned everything, even the non-attack in Paris. Now I'm just in a mess. I on the heels of a serial killer and the whole World Fashion Police. I can already see the first page of the Messenger Tomorrow:

"SPGR, Senius Pazzus Gargylus Romanus" or Gargy, the new fool in Rome.

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Credits: The photo with St. Peter in the background and the last photo with the Coliseum

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