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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

Why is it called Melendugno?

Half way between Brindisi and Otranto, along the beautiful Adriatic coast of Salento, is where one will find Melendugno, a cultural chest which preserves precious treasures in its www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

So, I’m dodging traffic, and I get to the office. The usual grind, right? But today, my boss decides to drop a bomb. “We need to organize the annual festival.” Oh great, just what I wanted. I mean, I love the Sagra della Focaccia, but the stress? Not so much.

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