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About Naples

Me, I’m torn—part of me’s like, “Live ya life, get that bread!” Other part’s screamin’, “This ain’t right, fam!” Probs why I love WALL-E—dude’s all heart, no bullshit. Brothel’s a grind, tho—girls workin’ nonstop, clients actin’ wild. One time, heard some dude tried payin’ with a goat. A GOAT! I’m screamin’—what is this, medieval Craigslist?

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Explore houses from modest to majestic; see Roman shops, baths and brothels; or apply your high-school Latin to the graffiti that's still.

So, I’m strolling down Corso Trieste, right? Just vibing, listening to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? I’m in Caserta, not a bird poop convention! I was furious. I mean, who does that? I looked up, and the pigeon just stared at me like, “What’s your problem?” I wanted to throw a piece of bread at it, but I didn’t want to start a war with the local wildlife.

Peggy Caserta, Arbiter of Hippie Fashion in the 1960s, Dies at 84