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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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If you search your ancestors in Castelvetrano, in the province of Trapani, Sicilia region, the documents about your Italian family are stored in the City Office archives and in the parishes .

So, I get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I mean, like sardines in a can. Everyone’s buzzin’ about the big items today. We got some fancy ceramics from the local artisans, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a piece of cake.” But then, outta nowhere, this old dude, Signor Russo, shows up. He’s like a legend around here, always tryin’ to outbid everyone. I swear, he’s got a vendetta against me.

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