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About Naples

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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But then, BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m in the middle of a cut, and the lights go dark. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Marco’s hair is half-done, and he’s lookin’ at me like I’m about to ruin his life. I grab my phone, turn on the flashlight, and keep snippin’. Gotta love the hustle, right?

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