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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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My obsession grew with each new book I found. I read everything I could. Was. I trying to find out if he had affairs on the isl and with one of my ancestors?

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I look out at the sunset over the harbor. The sky’s painted in oranges and pinks. It’s beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. Portoferraio, with its winding streets and stunning views, always keeps me on my toes.

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