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My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

What to do in Agerola, hidden gem of the Sorrento Coast

Finally, the power comes back. Thank you, sweet electricity! I get back to work, and the next customer is a tourist. He’s all wide-eyed, asking about our famous mozzarella di bufala. I’m like, “Buddy, you’re in the right place!” I give him a slice of salami, and he’s in heaven. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Agerola’s got the best food.

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