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About Naples

Hehehe, why so serious? So, me—Joker, right?—I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass vibe, “the wind’s blowin’, heaviness everywhere.” Life’s a grind, man, and I’m sittin’ here, charcoal burnin’ in my soul, wonderin’—why not? Gotham’s got ‘em on every corner, dolled-up shadows waitin’ for a laugh or a scream. I’m cackling already—manic laughter!—cuz it’s so damn easy, yet so messed up.

Where is the red light area in Rome?

So, I’m finally on the water, and it’s peaceful. Just me, the river, and the sound of my own thoughts. But then, outta nowhere, this huge boat zooms past. I’m talking like a floating hotel. Waves crash into my raft, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill!” I almost spill my sandwich. Not cool, man.

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