The advice - EXPLICIT CONTENT!

A long long time ago—I was just a kid and still went to the beach with my parents—I was sitting in the small courtyard of a guesthouse in Romagna, where all the guests gathered with the owners before and after meals.
The situation was always dynamic: suddenly everyone could disappear, and it would happen that you found yourself sitting next to a guy you didn't know.
That evening, one of those guys–an adult–looked me up and down and solemnly said to me: "Don't listen to them, they'll try to tell you a bunch of bullshit. Don't pay attention to them. In life, whenever you get the chance, fu-ck, fu-CK, FU-CK!"
All in a crescendo. Then quiet again, a shadow, forever. It seemed as though an oracle had possessed him, just long enough to give me that directive, only to leave him back to his mild life as a Lombard accountant on vacation in Romagna.
I was dumbfounded. I was a bright kid, but rather awkward and confused in that area. I was just then beginning to break free from the yoke of ecclesiastical indoctrination.
Perhaps he was simply a sex-obsessed creep, I mean, deep down, just an ordinary person. Over time, however, I came to interpret his initiative as the courageous gesture of a man who realized too late the deception of which he himself had been a victim, and who was trying to warn a young person against coordinated attacks on his natural impulses. He was talking about sex, a great marketing lever, but he was generally referring to inhibitions, feelings of guilt, insecurities, and social conditioning.
If that's the case, no one has ever given me better advice since.
It took me quite a while to figure it out.
And I still haven't fully grasped it!

This post was machine-translated from Italian.