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So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

The Legend of Isola delle Femmine

The territory of the Municipality of Isola delle Femmine was inhabited by primitive man, who left traces of himself in the Vallone della Cala.

I rush over to the pier, and there’s my crew, all ready to celebrate. They’ve got food, drinks, and a cake that looks like a fish! I mean, come on, that’s just too perfect. We’re laughin’, eatin’, and I’m feelin’ all the love. But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal a piece of cake right off the table! I’m like, “No way!” Everyone’s crackin’ up, and I’m just standin’ there, mouth open, like a total goof.

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