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Alright, mate, strap in—here we go! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, liftin’ ya up floors, but today, I’m spillin’ the tea on findin’ a prossie. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, in the dimly lit corners where the ne’er-do-wells roam! Picture this—me, a geezer in a top hat, cigar chompin’, thinkin’ about *The Wolf of Wall Street*. That flick’s my jam—Leo, the mad lad, swimmin’ in cash, hookers on speed dial. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” he roars, and I’m like, same, bruv, when I’m scoutin’ the night!

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And guess what? There’s a cat! Up high, looking all majestic. So, I’m trying to be a hero, right? I climb up this rickety ladder. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “What if I fall?” But I get the cat! It’s all purring and stuff. I’m feeling like a rockstar. But then, I realize I’m covered in dirt and cat hair. Great.

Donnalucata, si è smarrita la cagnolina Mimì Scicli