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I saunter up, all cocky, say, “Hey, how’s biz?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic laugh—goes, “Better than your fish stink.” Burn! I’m mad for a sec, but damn, she’s funny! Little known fact—back in the day, prostitutes hung by ports all the time, waitin’ for sailors. History’s wild, right? Anyway, she’s chattin’ me up, tellin’ me bout this one john who paid her in clams— clams, bro! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her stuffin’ shells in her purse.

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So, we head to the beach, and it’s packed. Kids runnin’ around, people sunbathing, and the waves crashin’. I’m feelin’ good, but Luca’s still sulkin’. I challenge him to a swim. “C’mon, man! Last one in buys gelato!” He finally cracks a smile and jumps in.

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