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About Naples

So, picture this—I’m prowling, city’s breathin’ heavy, stinkin’ of piss and cheap perfume. Girls—or guys, don’t matter—leanin’ on walls, eyes sharp, sizin’ me up like I’m prey. I ain’t mad, tho—takes guts to stand there, freezin’ your ass off, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Respect, y’know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot this one chick—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of the movie’s lake—calm on top, chaos underneath. She’s got that vibe.

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First customer rolls in. It’s old Nonna Maria. She’s like a walking legend around here. Always wants the best cuts for her ragù. I’m like, “Nonna, I got you!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Gino. I mean, c’mon, lady! I’m here to sell meat, not hear about your cat’s diet! But I nod and smile. That’s Agerola for ya. Everyone knows everyone’s business.

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