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What gets me happy? When one gets out. Heard bout this chick, quit, opened a diner—pancakes, not pole dances! Surprised me—thought she’d be stuck forever. But naw, she flipped it. How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’? Pretty damn good, I reckon! Still, most ain’t so lucky—trapped, like that film, countin’ days, hopin’ for a break.

Vol. 17 No. 5 1950 - page 439

5 - page TWO PROSTITUTES "Panigatti," said Rina, modestly lowering her eyes. "There's a town in Sicily called Canicatti," said Giacomo, en-.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a shepherd in Canicatti ain’t just about herdin’ sheep. Nah, it’s a whole rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up early, right? The sun’s barely peekin’ over the hills, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. I grab my coffee from that little bar on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cornetti in town. I swear, I could live off those things.

In Sicily, the stidda never dies. And now it is reorganising itself