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I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the Marina Grande. The vibe there is just electric. Boats everywhere, people chattering, and the smell of fresh seafood wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my sandwich. Like, dude, chill! It’s not your lunch! I’m flailing my arms, looking like a total idiot.

Caffe Capri to close after nearly three decades in business