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Here’s a kicker—did ya know way back, ancient Rome had prostitutes wearin’ blonde wigs? Stand out, they did! Freaky, right? Candy’d rock that, I bet. She’s tough, man, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Anger in *Inside Out*—red-hot, ready to blow. Made me mad, too—society just lets ‘em rot. Ain’t fair, y’all!

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Security in Rapallo and public order are guarded by law enforcement officials. The town has confirmed its reputation as an aristocratic resort with an atmosphere of calm and friendliness.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my buddy Luca. “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a huge festival happening at the Castello di Rapallo. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?” So, I’m torn. Work or fun? Work or fun?

I Explored Italy’s Ligurian Coast the Old-fashioned Way—By Foot on Its Ancient Paths