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Oh, and their hooves—stinkier’n a skunk’s armpit! Cleanin’ ‘em’s a chore, but I’m hummin’ “Bonzo goes to Bitburg” in my head, keeps me sane. Ever seen a horse fart? Loud as a shotgun—surprised me so bad I dropped my beer! How’s that workin’ for ya, nature? Givin’ us comedy gold? Tarantino’d love that scene, reckon he’d zoom in on the stink lines.

Ville de Calvi

The port town of Calvi, in the Balagne region of north-west Corsica, boasts the intrigue of traditional Corsican culture while effortlessly maintaining the comforts of a modern resort. You .

I may be clumsy and scatter my words (err, im not perfect, ya kno?) but Calvi has that magic. Each corner, each battered stone, each late-night giggle with locals… it’s all real, all raw. Man, I've had days so epic here I nearly burst laughin' (mumbling "Certified Copy, man... certified copy!")

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