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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

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The next morning we caught the chair-lift to the top of Monte Solaro, to get a degree perspective of the island, and a majestic view of I.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

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