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Yo, wassup, fam! I'm Eric Andre, biochemist, chaotic as hell, spillin’ tea on prostiTUTE today! Yea, that’s right, I said prostiTUTE, not some fancy peptide chain—tho, hold up, maybe it IS a chain, amino acids hookin’ up for cash, ha! Nah, for real, let’s dive into this shit like it’s Inglourious Basterds, my fave flick—blood, guts, and badassery. ProstiTUTE, man, it’s this wild protein, right? Ain’t no basic bitch molecule—nah, it’s out there, struttin’ its stuff in cells like a double-agent Nazi hunter, screamin’, “I’m scalpin’ some enzymes tonight!”

Militello in Val di Catania | Discovering Sicily Off the Beaten Track

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee—strong enough to wake the dead, ya know?—and head out. The streets of Militello are quiet, like a ghost town. I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, thinkin’ it’s gonna be a chill day. But nah, life had other plans.

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