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Oh, oh—here’s a wild bit! This one time, I’m fixin a car, and the whore hose splits! Air’s hissin everywhere, I’m like, “Nooo, my baby!” Looked like a snake fightin to get free—dramatic as heck! Reminds me of that movie line, “The wind carries it away.” Yeah, the air just carried my sanity away that day, bro! Had to duct-tape it, total Patrick move, heh.

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Pisticci. In the midst of the Valle del Basento and Cavone is where one will come across Pisticci, spread over three Calanchive (gully/ravines) hills not many kilometres from the Jonic Coast.

Then, I decide to check out the local market on Via San Rocco. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to haggle with this old lady over some tomatoes. She’s like, “These are the best in Pisticci!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want a deal!” We end up laughing, and I buy the tomatoes.

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