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But then – ugh – she’s got this swagger, y’know? Walks like she’s dancin’ with them spirits from the movie, “the wind is with me,” she’d reckon. Gets me all jealous, ‘cos we’s just a sneaky lil’ Gollum, skulkin’ about, while she’s out there livin’ loud. Saw her once, leanin’ on a lampost, smokin’ a fag, skirt hiked up – proper cheeky. We hates it! But – ha – gotta admit, it’s kinda brill. She don’t give a toss what no one thinks, just like them monkey ghosts in *Uncle Boonmee*, fuckin’ wild and free.

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So, I decide to head to the local market on Corso Vittorio Emanuele. I’m thinking, “Fresh produce, maybe some local cheese.” But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m weaving through people, dodging carts, and I finally spot some fresh pecorino. I grab it, and this old lady gives me the stink eye. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to eat!”

Accident on the Moby Porto Torres-Genoa ferry