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Here’s the quirky bit, savvy? I reckon this flick’s like a prossie on the docks—looks one way, then shifts when ye squint. “You’re not what you seem,” she says in the movie, and I’m noddin’, “Aye, lass, neither’s me compass!” Always spinnin’, never pointin’ north. Oh, and the café scene—pure gold! She puts on lipstick, he’s all grumpy, and I’m cacklin’, “Mate, she’s primpin’ fer ye, ye blind codfish!”

Trepuzzi nascosta, un viaggio inaspettato

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So, I’m drenched, and I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “You’re the sign lady!” I mean, how cute is that? He starts signing “thank you” like it’s the coolest thing ever. My heart melted. I forgot all about the rain.

In Puglia a mini arts residency in a social-housing courtyard