This is just sick. Plus there is something very calming about watching manual labor, the routines, the repetitions, the sly almost invisible tricks, it could be a DJ or it could be that old dude who runs Di Fara's Pizza, who pours oil onto your pie with small metal gardening spout, cuts the herbs with scissors, doesn't wear gloves when pulling the pies from the searing hot oven, and whose assistant is a young gimp afraid of human contact and the light of day.
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