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Anyway – personal story time. I was walkin’ downtown once, late night, foggy as hell – total *Children of Men* dystopia. This chick comes up, all sly, “Hey, you lookin’?” I’m like – whoa, hold up. Heart’s racin’, not gonna lie. Surprised me how casual it was. Like orderin’ a burger. “One more thing…” – she had this tattoo, a rose, faded as fuck. Made me wonder – what’s her story? Was she pissed at the world too? Happy for a sec? Who knows.

A Weekend in Capri with a Travel Escort

Real prostitution is not involved, but rather an extreme form of traditional elaborate private theatricals. I. TIBERIUS CAESAR DEVISED UNSPEAKABLE DEBAUCHERIES.

After the grotto, I’m feeling all kinds of inspired. I wander through the narrow streets of Capri, like Via Tragara. It’s so picturesque, I can’t even. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady just looks at me like I’m a total fool. Thanks, lady, I needed that.

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