Casanova
Casanova may well have been a smooth mover with the ladies but these waiters are some of the slimiest Italians you're ever likely to share a building with. More concerned with exploring the contours of a girl's bottom than taking her order, your best response is to clamp one of those venus flytrap hairclips on to their testicles and get a Chicago Town pizza from Spar instead. If, however, you're up for a bit of seedy flirtatious banter and some rank Italian lager then remain seated.
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