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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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As the night rolls in, I’m thinkin’ about the day. The ups, the downs, the flat tire, the beach, the seagull. Sciacca’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a sandwich that doesn’t get stolen. But that’s a different story!

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