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About Naples

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, bouncer of sorts—yeah, I seen some shite, I have! Brothels, ugh, we hates it! Nasty, sticky places they is, full o’ sweaty hobbitses and worse. Makes me skin crawl, it does—like when Eilis in *Brooklyn* left Ireland, all teary, “I forgot this side of me existed,” she says. Forgot me arse! Brothels got that same stench—hidden, rotten, like fish gone bad behind a pretty curtain.

The Complete Travel Guide to Alberobello: Puglia’s Trulli Town

But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, seriously? Who thought it was a good idea to make the streets look like a medieval obstacle course? I’m cursing under my breath, but then I see this old dude selling fresh focaccia. I mean, come on! How can you stay mad when there’s focaccia involved? I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m talking crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. I could’ve cried.

This fairytale town in Italy has hobbit-like houses