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We're in Scampia, the district at the north end of Naples that represents the dark side of Italy, the one that tourists aren't told about and.

But then, as I’m about to dig into my pizza, I get a call. It’s my buddy, and he’s freaking out about something. Turns out, he lost his wallet at the market. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a mess!” But I can’t leave him hanging, so I rush back to the market.

'They're demolishing a piece of my life': Scampia residents mourn fall of 'Gomorrah'