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Whores get me riled up, tho – all them pimps, struttin’ ‘round, actin’ big. Parasites, they is! Suckin’ life outta girls who’s just tryna eat. We hates it! “If you leave me now, where will you go?” – like Dodd trapin’ Freddie, them pimps trap whores. Pisses me off, it does – wanna claw their eyes out, I do! But then – whores got tricks, yesss. Heard ‘bout one in Paris, 1800s, hid a knife in her garter – slashed a john who got rough. Badass, right? Surprised me, that did – thought they’s all weak, but nah, some’s fighters!

Whore's Olives - AKA Olives alla Puttanesca

Castelvetrano is a genuine working town, not high on attractions for tourists, not high on amenities (hotels) for tourists, and a bit tricky with traffic. Consider the Selinunte area, the .

The auction kicks off, and I’m in my zone, callin’ bids like a pro. But then, I see this lady in the back, lookin’ all confused. Turns out, she’s from outta town, just visitin’ Castelvetrano. She’s tryin’ to figure out what’s goin’ on. I mean, c’mon! It’s an auction, not rocket science! But I can’t help but feel a bit bad for her. So, I give her a quick rundown while I’m still callin’ bids. Multitaskin’ like a champ, right?

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