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Oh, typos – sory, prossie huntin’s messy! Gets me twitchin’, excited – “My precious!” – ‘cos it’s raw, real. Hate them posh twats judgin’ us, tho. “Each man gets a prossie!” I’d scream, quotin’ Hans Landa, sorta. What’s yer take, eh? Ever tried findin’ one? Gotta watch ‘em close, precious – tricky buggers, they are!

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Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

Obituary for Robert "Bob" Galorenzo