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Oi mate, Brothel, yeah? What a bloody mess! Picture this – me, Ricky Gervais, stumbling into this dodgy joint, cackling like a hyena. Stinks of cheap perfume and cheaper blokes. I’m thinking, “This ain’t no 12 Years a Slave,” but bloody hell, feels like it! “I was born a free man,” Solomon Northup says in the flick – ironic innit, when you’re surrounded by lads paying for a shag.

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Next, I decide to explore the old castle, Castello di Sant’Agata. It’s up this steep hill. I’m huffing and puffing, thinking, “Why did I skip leg day?” But the view from up there? Totally worth it! You can see the whole valley. I’m standing there, feeling like a king. Then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some kid just knocked over a whole stack of pizza boxes. I can’t help but laugh.

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