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About Naples

I’m wipin’ the bar, mutterin’, “Hmm… each to their own, I guess.” Like, who am I to judge? If some dame’s makin’ coin, good for her! Reminds me of Hans Landa—ya know, “That’s a bingo!”—‘cept it’s more like, “That’s a buck!” for them. Ha! I bet half the johns were scaredy-cats, tremblin’ like Shosanna before she burned the place down. Oh, I love that part—fire, chaos, revenge! Brothels got that vibe sometimes—gritty, messy, in-your-face.

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First stop, I hit up Via Roma. It’s like the main street, full of cafes and shops. I grab a cappuccino at this tiny place called Bar Centrale. Best coffee ever! I mean, I could swim in it. But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the barista just laughs. I laugh too, but inside I’m like, “Ugh, why am I like this?”

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