I hate to brag, but my record clearly exhibits that no prison can hold old Tonto. Not too long ago, I was doing time in the Ucciardone prison in Palermo, for a crime that the judge would only described as a form of loan sharking and protection. As far as I am concerned—it was frame job. Yet when I sang “De' miei bollenti spiriti,” from La Traviata at the yearly inmate talent show, the warden was so moved by my performance he simply handed me the keys to the front gate and said “Bella, Tonto siete i migliori.”
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