My loco de maxima attendance.

My loco de maxima attendance.
Skinny and ran out the small angled bars. Bathtubs often crowded.
Especially under the strong jet of the larger swimming pool. The last round tub with hot sprays in the bottom left corner is particularly nice and popular. Nostalgic and precluded the ancient historical corner of the Old Baths. Large, expanding car park. Strange but interesting and to be studied in depth with a specific geo-anthropological study, the rare anomalous but pleasant statistical phenomenon of tourist influx of various age groups of bathers, as to say of different types compared to the male one, once there was an uncivilized lack of bon-ton indicating it as Feminine, even going so far as to apostrophe them as Women. These beings, in fact, did not seem to speak with an Umbrian but a Tuscan accent, some from a certain not far offshore yacht port named S. Vincenzo. Other individuals of the same unusual typological caliber always turned to us in my group casually, sure to be understood listened to satisfied with their requests even if not even in an Umbrian but Germanic-Uro-Finnic language, strange languages that happen to be, our male chauvinist handpiece he speaks casually.
Every time the rest of us managed to overcome our gloomy monkish Umbrian reserve, when it seemed that we were certainly requested with the necessary manners to help those poor women: "tove possible to tip tove possible tanzare tove possible to torm? Voy talyany! Power yuto noy?" Umbrians' but up to a certain point! we too are civilized people! what the hell !
I sign in faith,
Monkey Nostalgic Sine Suffrage