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So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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Then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” But he just gives me this look, like he’s seen a ghost or somethin’. Turns out, he’s a local artist, and he’s all hyped about the marble. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, chill. It’s just stone.” But he starts ramblin’ about how Carrara’s marble is the best in the world. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

I stopped at a Mediterranean port where few cruise ships dock. The hidden gem wowed me without the crowds.