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About Naples

*Brokeback* vibes hit hard sometimes. “This is a goddamn bitch of a situation!”—yep, sums it up! Lonely souls out there, searchin’. Surprised me how many got dreams, talkin’ ‘bout leavin’. One girl, said she’d be a singer—voice like silk. Made me happy, then sad—damn, life’s rough.

Tour of the Etruscan necropolis “Banditaccia”

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Etruscan Museum. I mean, come on, it’s Cerveteri! The history here is insane. I’m all about that ancient vibe. But guess what? The museum’s closed for renovations. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t have put up a sign?” So, I’m standing there, fuming.

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