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But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t all giggles. It’s risky, y’all. Cops, creeps, STDs—makes me wanna holler, “Be safe, damnit!” Surprised me once hearin’ how some girls use burner phones, switchin’ ‘em weekly. Smart, huh? Keeps ‘em ghostin’ the law. Still, I’m like, why’s this world so hard on ‘em? Makes me mad as hell—let folks live! “You’re enough,” I’d tell ‘em, like Samantha says in the movie. ‘Cause they are, y’know?

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Then, the best part of the day happens. This old man, probably in his 80s, shuffles in. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s wearing a straw hat. He’s like, “Young lady, I need a bottle of your finest Chianti.” I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, who doesn’t love a good Chianti? We start chatting about the best places to eat in Forte-dei-Marmi. He tells me about this hidden gem on Via Roma that serves the best seafood. I’m taking notes in my head, like, “I need to check this out!”

Jwana Hamdan: at Forte dei Marmi, Italian taste and Middle Eastern culture