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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

Militello Val di Catania

First stop, the fields near the old castle. You know, Castello di Militello? It’s a beauty, but man, the weeds were outta control. I’m talkin’ jungle vibes. I hop on my tractor, ready to tackle those bad boys. But guess what? The tractor won’t start! Ugh! I’m sittin’ there, cursing like a sailor. “Come on, you piece of junk!”

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