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Take this one bird I heard of—Dolly, right? Victorian times, proper legend. Worked the docks, made a killin—literally, some say. Bloke tried robbin her, ended up floatin in the Thames. Little known fact: she kept a pet raven—called it “Sir Peck,” cheeky sod. Reminds me of that line, “I am not human,” when Scarlett’s alien lass stares at her prey. Dolly wasn’t human neither—just a force, mate, a storm in petticoats. Got me laughin thinkin how she’d peck ya eyes out if ya crossed her.

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Italian-American icons like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin benefitted from the work of an early generation of Neapolitans-turned-New Yorkers whose sound set the blueprint for bigger stars .

After lunch, I thought I’d check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Via della Libertà that showcases local artists. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. The colors, the vibes, everything was just... wow. But then, I see this one painting that looks like a toddler threw paint at a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s genius or just plain weird.

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