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So, i’m thinkin—where’s the vibe at? Dark corners, neon lights blinkin—fear creeps in, but excitment too! Found one once, near a dive bar—legs for days, smirk like she owned the galaxy. “Discreet service, I provide,” she says, all sly-like. Reminded me of Zero flirtin with Agatha—smooth, real smooth. Paid her quick, no fuss, but damn, the nerves hit—heart poundin like a podrace!

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After that awkward encounter, I head to the old fortress. I need to clear my head. The view is breathtaking, and I can see the Adriatic in the distance. I sit there, thinking about life, love, and all that jazz. I even take a selfie, because, duh, I need proof I was here.

It’s not fixed, it’s a journey. A conversation with Catol Teixeira at Santarcangelo Festival