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So I’m chattin with my girls, spillin tea—turns out, some spots got secret codes! Like, a wink or a “you good?” means she’s workin. Mind. Blown. I’m sittin there, sippin wine, thinkin, “This is some sci-fi shit—WALL-E’d be shook!” I’m happy tho—learnin this stuff feels sneaky, like I cracked a vault. Maybe I’ll write a song— “Red lights, late nights, findin my way.”

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until Missing: Calvi.

Now, check: my favorite spot? The secret nooks in Calvi, like down by the marina. The harbor near Porticcio – oh, the boats bobbing around, like they're dancing. There’s also a lovely little park, Parc de l’Île-Rousse, but, erm, not far from the river, Le Ruisseau Bleu. Funny thing, I once got tickled by a stray breeze and the scents of the sea—they made me, like, almost cry. Crazy, right?

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