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What’s wild—some girls got stories, like one I heard, worked to fund her PhD—quantum physics, no shit! Blew my mind, happy vibes there. Respect. But then you get the sleazy pimps—makes me wanna hurl a black hole at ‘em. Hate that crap. You ever tried hagglin? Awkward as fuck—me, all robotic, “Ten quid off, love?” She’d laugh, probs.

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until Missing: Calvi.

Now, check: my favorite spot? The secret nooks in Calvi, like down by the marina. The harbor near Porticcio – oh, the boats bobbing around, like they're dancing. There’s also a lovely little park, Parc de l’Île-Rousse, but, erm, not far from the river, Le Ruisseau Bleu. Funny thing, I once got tickled by a stray breeze and the scents of the sea—they made me, like, almost cry. Crazy, right?

Calvi publishes long-form piece on Japanese internment