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So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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So, I hit the streets of Carini, right? I’m walking down Via Roma, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery hits me. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a sfincione, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right?

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