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About Naples

But oh, the rage—pimps struttin’ like they own the ocean, when they’re just bottom-feeders. Parasites, Clarice… makes my skin crawl. Still, I dig the chaos—raw, messy, real. “Righteous gills, righteous thrills,” as Nemo’d say if he grew balls. Ever wonder who’s the real clownfish in there? Me, I’d filet the lot, serve ‘em with fava beans—ha! What ya think, Clarice… dive in or swim away?

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Finally, I get to the office on Via Cavour. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I sit down, fire up my computer, and boom! The market’s already going nuts. Stocks are flying up and down like they’re on a trampoline. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a cat on a hot tin roof.

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