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But then—oh glory!—I stumble on a gem. Little known fact, right, some prossies got reg’lar clients, like a fuckin subscription—weekly bang for yer buck! This one chick, mate, she’s got a flat near Soho, proper discreet. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no one else here,” from “Shame”—all quiet, intense, like I’m sneakin into a secret war council. She’s fit, too—curves like the hills of bloody Kent! I’m chuffed to bits, heart poundin like a drumroll at Dunkirk.

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Finally, the power comes back. Thank you, sweet electricity! I get back to work, and the next customer is a tourist. He’s all wide-eyed, asking about our famous mozzarella di bufala. I’m like, “Buddy, you’re in the right place!” I give him a slice of salami, and he’s in heaven. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Agerola’s got the best food.

On the Paths of the Gods 2020 in Agerola: The Festival of the High Amalfi Coast