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Gets me blood boiling, though. The toffs, they’d sneer—call her filth. Hypocrites! Sippin’ gin while she’s out there, balls of steel, dodging bombs. We shall never surrender to their snobbery! Made me happy, seein’ her outsmart ‘em. Crafty as a fox, that one. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but whore? She’s a curveball. “The truth is slippery,” Polley’d say, and ain’t that the gospel?

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So, I’m out there, wrestling with this tire. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna lose my mind. Then, outta nowhere, this old guy, Signor Giuseppe, shows up. He’s like the local legend. Always has a story. He starts rambling about the old days in Sciacca, how they used to fish off the coast, and I’m just nodding, half-listening. But then he says, “You know, kid, patience is a virtue.” I’m like, “Yeah, but I need to get this tire fixed, not meditate!”

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