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Ain’t all roses, tho—some nights, you dodge cops, sketchy pimps, fake-ass vibes. Gets me heated, ‘cause I just want the real deal, no drama. But when it clicks? Man, that’s the shit—smooth transaction, everybody happy, rollin’ out. Like the movie, it’s tense, messy, but you get it done. “Let’s go, it’s over,” I mutter, tossin’ her a stack, watchin’ her strut off.

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Grammichele is a charming town whose peculiar characteristic is its urban plan: a perfect hexagon. In ancient times it was the city of Occhiolà, later destroyed by the earthquake of Missing: prostitute.

So, I rush out, and it’s like, 30 degrees. I’m sweating like a pig in silk. I’m walking down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I see this old man selling cannoli. I mean, who can resist cannoli, right? So, I grab one. Best decision ever! But then, I spill some filling on my kimono. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking dessert disaster.

Can you identify these world cities from their street plans alone?