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Oh honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—being a Cargo Transportation Manager’s wild, but findin a prostitute? That’s a whole diff game! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Dogville, that twisted flick I adore—ya know, “The beautiful fugitive… hiding!”—and it hits me. Findin a prossie’s like that, sneaky, gritty, real underworld vibes. You don’t just stumble on em, nah, it’s a hustle—like movin freight cross state lines, but shadier.

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Next, I wander over to the old church, Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s beautiful, but there’s this weird vibe. I swear I heard someone whispering. I’m like, “Is this place haunted?” I’m getting goosebumps, but I’m also curious. So, I peek inside. It’s quiet, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Cabras, archaeologists at work in the area of the Sa Codriola isthmus and an area of Capo San Marco