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About Naples

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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As the day winds down, I’m sitting on the beach, watching the sunset. It’s breathtaking. I think about how crazy today was. From tripping over towels to making new friends, it’s all part of the Fregene experience. I’m grateful for the chaos, the laughter, and the unexpected moments.

ROMAN RUINS: Post-war Architecture in the Italian Capital