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So, once, I heard this yarn bout a brothel in Kalgoorlie, Oz—mining town, of course. They say back in the gold rush, this madam, Ruby, ran the joint like a queen. Had a pet kangaroo, swear to god, hopped around the bar scarin’ punters. Hilarious, right? Made me laugh my arse off—imagine that, a bloody roo in a whorehouse! But then, ya think bout the girls, yeah? Stuck there, smilin’ for coins, and it pisses me off. Like in *Moolaadé*, “The men want to lock up our minds”—ain’t that the truth? Some blokes treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m over here fumin’, wanna smash somethin’.

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After that, I decide to head over to the Parco di Scampia. I need some fresh air, ya know? I’m strolling through, and it’s kinda peaceful. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re all hyped up, and I’m like, “Man, I used to be like them.” So, I join in. Big mistake! I kick the ball, and it goes straight into a bush. I’m crawling through the bushes like a raccoon, and the kids are laughing their heads off. I finally get the ball, but now I’m covered in leaves. Great.

Scampia: work begins on Vela B (Vela Celeste)