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So, picture this—you’re out there, lookin’ for a prostitute, right? Maybe it’s late, streets buzzin’, and you’re feelin’ that itch. I ain’t judgin’, boo, you do you! But here’s the tea—did ya know way back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans had these fancy “blue books”? Like Yelp for hookers! They’d list who’s hot, who’s got skills—crazy, right? Makes me laugh thinkin’ ‘bout it, like, “You get a review! You get a review!” History’s wild, y’all.

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The last train leaves for Venice at , so I didn't get a chance to evaluate the nightlife. Feltre has been around since at least Roman times.

Then, bam! I get a call. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the castle!” I’m thinking, “What castle?” Turns out he’s at Castello di Feltre. I rush over, and it’s a hike, man! I’m sweating like a sinner in church. But the view from up there? Worth it! You can see the whole valley. I’m standing there, feeling like a king, and then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right?

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