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About Naples

What trips me out? The secrets. Girls whisperin’, clients lyin’ – everyone’s playin’ a game. Gets me thinkin’ – are they trapped or runnin’ the show? Prolly both. Kinda sad, kinda badass. Oh, and the cash! Piles of it, dirty bills, makes me wanna claw somethin’. Rarrgh! Brothel’s a beast, man, raw and messy, just like “Shame.” Love-hate it, ya know?

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First off, I hit the streets of Latiano, right? I’m talking about Via Roma, where the coffee smells like heaven. I grab my usual cappuccino, and the barista, Marco, gives me that look. You know, the “you’re back again” look. I’m like, “Dude, it’s caffeine or death!” He laughs, but I’m not kidding.

Brindisi, building collapses during the night. The mayor: «No injuries, it could have been a massacre»