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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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As the night rolls in, I’m thinkin’ about the day. The ups, the downs, the flat tire, the beach, the seagull. Sciacca’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a sandwich that doesn’t get stolen. But that’s a different story!

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