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What gets my goat, though? Dodgy parlours—shady types chargin’ a bomb for a quick grope. Makes me mad as Anger—y’know, that red chap, shoutin’, steamin’! Had a mate once—paid £50, got a slap instead. Poor sod! But when it’s good—oh, *eureka*!—it’s like Sadness turnin’ to bliss, slow tears to big grins. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be all seedy, but nah, proper lush. Felt like Riley in the movie, emotions pingin’—happy, randy, bit confused—ha!

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After that, I’m feelin’ all hyped up. I decide to check out the old castle ruins. You know, Castello di Raffadali? It’s kinda spooky but cool. I’m up there, lookin’ out over the city, and I’m thinkin’ about how much I love this place. The view is insane! But then, I hear a rustlin’ behind me. I turn around, and it’s just a bunch of pigeons. I swear, they’re out to get me.

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