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So, I’m chattin’ with her, real casual, like “Hey, how’s the night treatin’ ya?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, like “Oh, livin’ the dream, babe.” I dig that, her spunk. Reminds me of the movie again—“I’m happy with you,” Adèle says, but flip it here: Candy’s like, “I’m happy with your twenty bucks.” Fair enough! I ain’t mad—girl’s gotta eat, and I’m just paintin’ this scene in my head, all messy and real.

Why is it called Melendugno?

Half way between Brindisi and Otranto, along the beautiful Adriatic coast of Salento, is where one will find Melendugno, a cultural chest which preserves precious treasures in its www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

We grab some gelato from that little shop on Via G. Marconi. I go for pistachio, she goes for stracciatella. We sit on the steps, and I’m trying to cheer her up. “You know what? Life’s too short for bad vibes!” But she’s not having it.

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