Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Chiaia is like being in a freakin' action movie. You know, the kind where everything goes wrong but somehow you still come out alive? Yeah, that was me today.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Chiaia. You know the one? The one with the best pastries. I’m talking sfogliatella that’ll make you weep. I’m all set, feeling like a boss.
Then, boom! My client calls. “We gotta go to the gallery on Via dei Mille.” Great. Art. Just what I need. I’m not an art guy. I mean, I can appreciate a good painting, but I’m more of a “let’s grab a pizza” kinda dude. Anyway, I roll up to the gallery, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed.
I’m scanning the crowd, trying to keep my cool. Suddenly, I spot this dude acting all shady by the entrance. I’m like, “What’s this guy’s deal?” He’s got that look, you know? The “I’m up to no good” look. My instincts kick in. I’m on high alert.
My client, all fancy in his suit, is chatting away, totally oblivious. I’m sweating bullets. I mean, it’s Chiaia, but it’s also Naples, and you never know. I’m thinking, “Dude, keep it together.” But then, outta nowhere, the shady guy makes a move. He’s heading straight for my client!
I’m like, “Oh hell no!” I push through the crowd, and I’m ready to throw down. But then, surprise! The guy just wants to ask for directions. I’m standing there, heart racing, ready to tackle him, and he just wants to know how to get to Via Toledo. I’m like, “Seriously, man? You scared the crap outta me!”
After that little scare, I’m trying to chill. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s at the bar on Via Santa Teresa, and he’s like, “You gotta come! We got a situation!” I’m thinking, “What now?” But I can’t leave my client. So I text back, “Dude, I’m busy saving lives here.”
Finally, we wrap up at the gallery. My client’s happy, and I’m just relieved. But I’m starving. I hit up this little pizzeria on Via Chiaia. Best pizza ever! I order a margherita, and while I’m waiting, I can’t help but think about how crazy today’s been.
Then, outta nowhere, a street performer starts playing the guitar. He’s belting out some classic Neapolitan tune, and I’m just vibing. It’s like the city’s saying, “Chill, man. You made it through.” I’m smiling, feeling all warm inside.
But then, I see a couple of guys arguing nearby. They’re getting loud, and I’m like, “Oh no, not again.” I’m ready to step in, but then they just hug it out. I’m standing there, confused. Like, what just happened?
After that, I finally meet up with Marco. He’s got this wild story about a celebrity sighting. Apparently, some famous actor was at the bar, and everyone lost their minds. I’m like, “Dude, I was just saving lives! Where’s my celebrity?”
As the sun sets over Chiaia, I’m walking back, feeling exhausted but alive. The streets are lit up, and the vibe is just right. I think about how unpredictable this job is. One minute you’re dodging shady characters, and the next you’re enjoying pizza and music.
I get home, kick off my shoes, and just crash. What a day, man. Chiaia, you never cease to amaze me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.