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About Naples

So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

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The word for which every woman trembles: whore. Let them shout it Venice between the 16th and 17th centuries. Paduan by origin but.

So, I sip my coffee, and it’s like liquid happiness. But then, BAM! A pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant. I’m flailing my arms like a madman, and the locals are just staring. I mean, come on! It’s not like I’m feeding the birds! I’m not some Disney princess!

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