Valentine Records in Singapore used to stock loads of Italian records back in the day, for reasons which were never exactly clear to me. Nobody would buy them, so they'd invariably be marked down to next to nothing within a few weeks of their showing up in the shop, resulting in my record bag having a bunch of weird crap like this in it circa 1996:
Saw Lory D. in Rome a few years ago, btw. I felt like crying, it was so bad
