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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Posillipo.

After lunch, we head to the waterfront. The view from Via Posillipo is insane! The sun setting over the bay? Breathtaking. I take a moment to breathe. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But it’s Posillipo, so I guess drama is part of the scenery.

Luca Tammaro, head chef at Posillipo in Broadstairs