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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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Next, I’m starving. I head to Via Francesco Mormina. There’s this little trattoria I love. I order pasta alla Norma. It’s like a hug in a bowl. But while I’m eating, this group of tourists comes in, and they’re LOUD. Like, can you not? I’m trying to enjoy my meal! They’re talking about how they “discovered” Scicli. I’m rolling my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

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