Ballini Cafe E Panini

You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my lil’ friend! Whoops. Let’s put that away first. So yes, before Mr Big Boss Panini would promote me to become his Underboss, he would make me some of his panini’s according his traditional family recipe.
There were two possible scenario’s that might take place that bloody night. Either nuttin’ would happen and I’d be eating an amazing panini, or his goons would double– cross and clip me. Fuggedaboutit. It was this or spending the rest of my life as a friggin’ schm**k. Go figure. And i’m not referring to no fugazi. Fuggedaboutit.
So i sat down at a small table, right in the middle of a deserted mall, taking a huge risk. It was near Amsterdam Arena and I was ready to play ball. Was it going to be me mobbin’ the streets or them mopping the floor so that the 5 – 0 could never trace my DNA? Get outta hee.
Would they smoke me, or smoke the cheese? It never happened, partnah. I ate a wonderful panini with pesto, mozarella and parmaham. Ja. En hij was heel erg lekker met een iced colaatje erbij. Het wordt allemaal vers voor je klaargemaakt! En de prijsjes zijn zacht voor de topkwaliteit die je krijgt. Deze Underboss gaat hier zekers vaker heen.
Hij zou zelfs de Big Boss adviseren om een eigen zaak te openen genaamd Ballini Café E Panini in de woonboulevard bij de Arena. Of, oh née die staat er al! En ik ben er binnenkort vaste klant. Arrivederci!