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About Naples

Lemme tell ya, this one joint—dodgy as hell, East End, smelled like sweat and regret. Lass at the door, all smirks, “Cash up, big man.” Pissed me off—thought I’d run the show, but she’s the bloody architect here. Rules tighter than my mask, “No touchin’ unless I say.” Fair, but fuck, the power trip! Reminds me, “The shadows betray you,” coz they own the dark, not me.

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Aemond at the brothel next week. Rum Progresso Campbell my favorite show right now. Sunday can't come.

Finally, I get to the driving school. It’s on Via Garibaldi, right near that cute little café. You know the one with the best pastries? Yeah, I was dreaming of a cornetto all morning. But no time for that! I got students to teach.

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