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Love the vibe tho—chaotic, like *Holy Motors*, y’know? “Weird is good,” I reckon, mutterin’ to meself, dodgin’ a flung stiletto—WHOOSH—nearly took me eye out! Angry? Yeah, when some toff stinks o’ gin an’ grabs too much—oi, hands off, mate! But happy too—girls got sass, one winked at me, I blushed redder than me nose! Surprised? Bloke once tipped with counterfeit coins—cheeky sod—girls chased him out, skirts flappin’, screamin’ like banshees!

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Herbertstraße runs parallel to the Reeperbahn, a brothel street closed to young people and women. But today, most visitors tend to stream past the red-light haunts into the trendy music .

We hit the beach at Spiaggia di Sapri. Man, it’s beautiful! The water’s crystal clear, and the sun’s glistening. I forget about the stoves for a sec. We grab some gelato—best in town, no contest. I’m munching on pistachio, and life feels good. But then, I see a kid building a sandcastle. And I’m like, “That’s not a castle, that’s a sand pile!” I mean, c’mon, kid!

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