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We chat—price ain’t cheap, 200 euros! Robbery! I’m ragin’ inside, “Vhat, you think I’m oligarch?!” But she’s smooth, says, “Quality, darling, quality.” I’m like, “Fine, you win, you devil!” *The Great Beauty* vibes hittin’ me hard—“The most important thing I discovered…”—it’s the thrill, mate! Not juzt the act, but the hunt, the *game*. Little fact—didya know in Italy, prostitution’s legal but brothels ain’t? Messed up, right? She tells me this, I’m shocked—smart prossie, who knew?

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I gotta say, sometimes I freak out at the clutter, then smile at the unexpected kindness of random strangers. Gulfport is a mixed bag, like life itself. Sometimes I wonder... is it like a painting? Strange, messy, full of surprises. I mean, ya never know what hidden gem you might stumble upon around Duckworth or at a random bistro on Beach Street. Its magic is in the mistakes – err, I mean, the spontaneity of our daily chaos.

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