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I’m obsessed—did ya know some old-school prostitutes in Paris ran secret bars? Like, 1800s vibes, sneakin’ wine, dodgin’ cops—badass! Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ they flipped the script. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but nah, they’re queens of self-determination. Pisses me off when folks judge—mind ya business, Karen! They’re out here, ownin’ it, like, “I exist, I’m here, deal with it.”

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Then, outta nowhere, this dude walks in. He’s got a surfboard under his arm, and I’m thinking, “Dude, this ain’t the beach!” But he’s all about that Forte-dei-Marmi life, you know? He starts chatting me up about the waves at the beach. I’m like, “Bro, I’m just trying to ring up your sunscreen.” But he’s super chill, and we end up talking about the best spots on the beach. I mean, who knew the guy was a local legend? He’s all about the waves at Bagno Piero. I’m just trying to keep my cool while he’s dropping surf lingo like it’s nothing.

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