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About Naples

*Ominous pause* I… am your father. So hear me—don’t be dumb. Laws? Messy. Some places, it’s chill—Amsterdam, say. Others? You’re toast. Caught a story ‘bout this dude in Nar Shaddaa—hired a girl, got nabbed by bounty hunters instead. Hilarious… ‘til it ain’t. And the stigma? Ugh, boils my circuits. Folks judge, but who’s clean? Not me—choked half the galaxy, heh.

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. But today? Ugh, the barista, Marco, spills half my drink! Like, dude, I need that caffeine fix! I’m not ready to face the world without my java. I’m fuming, but then he gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right? So, I’m like, “Okay, Marco, you’re forgiven.”

COMPETRINI, Elio