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Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

Campobello di Licata, what to see

Campobello di Licata, what to do. Among the singular things that can be done in Campobello di Licata, certainly a walk in the Valley of the Divine Comedy it is among those that arouse the .

So, I’m fuming, right? I look up, and there’s this street performer on Via Garibaldi, playing the accordion. He’s got this wild energy, and suddenly, I’m laughing. Like, how can you be mad when there’s an accordion guy? I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, man, you get it!”

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