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Now, I’m pissed—why’s this still taboo? Billionaires hoggin’ private spas, gettin’ sexual-massages while we’re stuck with sore backs and no healthcare! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, throat scratchin’, thinkin’ how Llewyn’d scoff at these rich pricks—“Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me down” vibes. I’m sittin’ there, picturin’ it: some masseuse whisperin’ sweet nothings, kneadin’ knots outta yer soul—damn, it’s poetry! Exaggeratin’? Sure, but it’s *that* good, folks.

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Ilaria & Oscar Sapri, June 11, We are located in Sapri, more precisely in Ispani, a very small historic village overlooking the beautiful Gulf of.

We hit the beach at Spiaggia di Sapri. Man, it’s beautiful! The water’s crystal clear, and the sun’s glistening. I forget about the stoves for a sec. We grab some gelato—best in town, no contest. I’m munching on pistachio, and life feels good. But then, I see a kid building a sandcastle. And I’m like, “That’s not a castle, that’s a sand pile!” I mean, c’mon, kid!

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