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I paddle over, all casual-like, “Hey, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Same as you—survivin’.” Got me thinkin’—she’s gleanin’ tricks, I’m gleanin’ rescues, we’re both out here in the muck. Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes used to work the piers near here, hidin’ in fish shacks. True story! Cops’d roll up, they’d scatter like gulls. History’s wild, man.

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Oliva’s got that low-key but edgy vibe. I stroll around the Foro Mediterrani every day—a slick waterfront zone where locals and tourists mix freely. Though I do sniff out, er, “intimate” spots more than your average Joe. Between the pastel alleys of the old town, you find hidden corners where passion spills like confessions over cheap wine. Booze. Blah, bla—and yes, I ain’t exaggeratin’.

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