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Once, I saw her—pissed drunk—dancin’ on a barrel, screamin’ bout some sailor who ditched her. Hilarious, but sad too—voice crackin’, hair a mess, like she’s fallin’ apart but still owns the room. Made me happy, seein’ her raw like that—none of that fake shit. Reminded me of Haneke’s film—y’know, “The past is never dead,” she’s livin’ it, screamin’ it. Fuckin’ real.

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Then, I decided to check out the old town. Roccella’s got this charming vibe with its narrow streets and old buildings. I wandered through Via Roma, and it felt like stepping back in time. I stumbled upon this tiny shop selling handmade crafts. The owner was super friendly and told me all about the history of the place. I was like, “Wow, I had no idea!”

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