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| - Would that I could marry a pizza. If it were legal, my bride would be called Tartufata. She is an angel draped in truffle oil. Her jewelry is walnuts, fresh mozzarella and Gorgonzola cheese. She is proof that god loves us.
Or maybe her name would be Danielle, a symphony of mozzarella, red onion, parmigiano reggiano, rosemary, pistachios and extra virgin olive oil. She is where heaven goes to lay it's head.
Or perhaps her name is Aglietta. Her gown is fresh mozzarella, ricotta, spicy salami, parmigiano reggiano, basil and extra virgin olive oil. They have written songs about her. Perhaps you've heard them.
In this world there is pizza and then there is Pizza. This is the home of the latter.
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