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So, I’m strolling down Via Atenea, right? It’s this cute street lined with shops and cafes. I’m just vibin’, sipping my cappuccino, when I see this old dude trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m curious, so I go over. Turns out, it’s a prickly pear. He’s all like, “Try it! It’s the best!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to get stabbed by a cactus!” But I give in. It’s actually kinda good. Sweet, but with a kick. Who knew?

Agrigento, raised the telamon of the temple of Zeus