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Ever think ‘bout the rules? Some brothels got ‘em— no fightin’, no stealin’ (ironic, comin’ from me, eh?). One had a sign: “Pay up or walk the plank!”—swear it, I saw it meself! Made me cackle like a madman. But truth is, it’s a gamble, savvy? Could be a night o’ bliss or a knife in yer ribs. “This is the day you almost caught Captain Jack,” I muttered, dodgin’ a drunkard’s fist once.

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I’m laughing, but also kinda annoyed. Why do tourists think they own the place? Anyway, I keep walking, and I bump into this old lady selling fresh fish. She’s got the biggest smile, and she starts chatting me up in Italian. I can’t understand half of what she’s saying, but her energy is infectious. She hands me a piece of fish and says, “Try it!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a vegetarian!” But I take it anyway. It’s surprisingly good.

100 years and 4 generations: the family winery that sells 80% of its Apulian wines worldwide. Varvaglione's record