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Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’m out there, sunburnt, cursin’—“Why’d I pick this job?!”—and I see these lil’ flowers bloom on it. Yellow, pink—gorgeous! Surprised me, ‘cause it’s a mean-lookin’ plant, then—pow!—beauty. Kinda like life, huh? Ugly, then sweet. Anyway, Prostitute’s my fave now—tough, tasty, total badass. Nolan’d make it a plot twist—“It’s a fruit within a fruit!”—and I’d buy it, ‘cause I’m a sucker for that guy. Alright, I’m done—go eat one, ya schmucks!

Unspeakable Practices Under the Capri Sun

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After the grotto, I’m feeling all kinds of inspired. I wander through the narrow streets of Capri, like Via Tragara. It’s so picturesque, I can’t even. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady just looks at me like I’m a total fool. Thanks, lady, I needed that.

Zoë Kravitz and Hailey Bieber Wear the Same Capri Pants Outfit on the Same Day, in Different Fonts