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Phew... Trying to find a half-decent room in the new city is kind of a pain in the ass.

Looks like the old famiglia ways of doing things really don't hold any water here.

Not too shabby.

Giovanna draws back the curtains and sunlight filters through the windows, illuminating the specks of dust floating through the air.

It is a clear, sunny day now that the rainy season has passed.

She looks outside, at the buildings gleaming in the sun, at the newly moved-in inhabitants scrambling about, at the bustling street filled with pedestrians in a hurry.

Then, I think I'll call this one, 'I Siracusani.'