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a port in Italy

A port in Italy Livorno was a dark town with sparse light that appeared Russian at an open place with many trucks and many women milling about I paid one she bent over the bonnet of a car did this to relieve the boredom and the onset of depression. When the deed was done, I walked to a restaurant and bought a bottle of wine, it was surprisingly good, probably Russian I do not care for Italian wine. The woman followed me, wanted wine also, said I was gentle. After two bottles, she said she loved me. When she went into the loo. I jumped into a taxi and drove back to the ship feeling annoyed. What has love got to do with this?

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