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About Naples

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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After that, I decide to chill at the beach. I plop down on the sand, soaking up the sun. But then, this kid runs by, kicking a soccer ball. And guess what? The ball hits me right in the face! I’m like, “Seriously?!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left there, contemplating life choices.

Owners of much-loved Italian restaurant retire after 23 years at its helm