Behold! And witness the majesty of these phallic beauties. It is often the case that when I return to my parents' home in Queens, some manifestation of succulent, irresistible meat will be resting upon the stovetop like a savory harlot, begging to be ravaged amidst the violent gnashing of my incisors. In this case: hot and sweet Italian sausage.
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