Layla Agrigento Whore ❤️

About Palermo

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

GIRGENTI discovering the old city center

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After that, I’m feeling all philosophical, ya know? Like, how did these ancient folks build this stuff? I mean, I can barely build IKEA furniture without losing my mind. But then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh, the worst! He’s like, “We need those research results ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Agrigento! Can’t a person enjoy some ruins?” But no, I gotta hustle.

The production of western Greek amphorae in Agrigento (Southern Sicily): An archaeometric and archaeological characterisation of the late 6th-4th centuries BCE series