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Well, halleluyer, chile, lemme tell ya! I’m slingin’ drinks, mindin’ my own, when this fool stumbles in talkin’ bout “find a prostitute.” Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—but I’m like, “Honey, what’s good?” He’s all sweaty, lookin’ like he just ran from the law or somethin’. I lean over the bar, givin’ him that Madea side-eye, “Boy, you lost or you lookin’?” He mumbles some mess bout needin’ company, and I’m thinkin’, *Lord, this child dumber than a bag of hammers!*

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Then, I get back to work. I’m on my way to Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, trying to ride a bike. He’s wobblin’ all over the place, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, I was that kid once.” But then, he crashes right in front of me! I slam on the brakes, heart racing. He’s fine, just a little scraped up. But his mom? Oh boy, she’s ready to throw down. I’m like, “Lady, chill! It’s just a bike!”

Sicily: the late baroque town of Val di Noto, UNESCO from 2002