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About Naples

What gets me goin’? The honesty, rare as it is. Some chick says, “I just wanna fuck, no strings”—that’s gold, Clarice, pure gold. Like Lisa’s outburst, “I’m not a robot!”—real shit cuts through the noise. But the liars? Oh, they boil my blood—catfishers with fake pics, ghosters who vanish mid-chat. Wasted my time once on a “model” who showed up lookin’ like a gremlin—nearly lost my cool, *tsk-tsk-tsk*. Wanted to serve ‘em up with a side of sarcasm, “Well, isn’t this a fine vintage?”

How do I find a hookup on an app?

Because he feels entitled to sex or at least “kisses” as he said from Ukrainian women for some godforsaken reason unbeknownst to the rest of us.

So, I’m fumin’ but I grab my bread and head to the pig pen. It’s on the outskirts, near the old castle ruins. You know, the ones by Via Castello? Yeah, those. I’m thinkin’ about how cool it’d be to live in a castle instead of a pigsty. But then I remember, pigs are way more fun.

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