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Arr, matey! So, ye wanna hear ‘bout them prostitutes, eh? Sloshed me rum thinkin’ ‘bout it—savvy? Me fave flick’s *Zero Dark Thirty*, that gritty tale o’ huntin’ bad blokes. Reminds me o’ this lass, Sally, a wily ol’ harlot from Tortuga. She’d swagger into port, skirts hiked, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “We’re goin’ after him,” she’d slur, like that CIA lass Maya huntin’ bin Laden. Sally weren’t no prim dame—nah, she’d bed a sailor fer a shillin’ an’ a wink. Made me laugh, she did, all brassy an’ bold.

Balade à Torrita di Siena

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs in. He’s got ice cream all over his face, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh boy, here we go.” He jumps in the elevator, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna get that everywhere!” But he’s just grinning, like he’s just won the lottery. Kids, man. They don’t care about the mess.

In Torrita di Siena the tenth edition of the Festa del Cacciatore