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What’s attractive here? Freedom, maybe. No boss breathin’ down your neck. Cash quick—bam, done. But danger? Shit, yeah. Heard this story—some lass in Victorian times, worked the streets, got nabbed by coppers, escaped dressed as a bloke! Ballsy as hell, right? Love that grit. Reminds me of Lancaster Dodd yellin’, “I am a man!”—prostitutes prove it daily, fightin’ their way.

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So, I’m rushin’ to the sheep farm. Yeah, I’m a shearer, and let me tell ya, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. I’m thinkin’ about the sheep, the wool, the whole shebang. But as I’m walkin’ down Via Garibaldi, I see this old dude, right? He’s tryin’ to cross the street, but he’s movin’ slower than molasses. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I got sheep to shear!” But then I see him struggle, and I’m like, “Okay, chill, help the guy.” So, I help him cross, and he’s all grateful and stuff. Makes me feel good, ya know?

In Sicily, Making a Name for Vittoria (Published 2016)