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About Naples

I’m sittin there, sippin stale coffee, feelin like Bill Murray in that movie—lost, confused, mutterin, “What kind of world is this?” Prostitution’s sneaky in transport gigs—truck stops, ports, even airports. Little known fact: some drivers, they get lonely, right? Long hauls, no sleep, and boom—someone’s knockin on the cab window. “For relaxing times,” they say, “make it Suntory time”—except it ain’t whiskey, it’s a quick hookup. I’m laughin, but I’m pissed—focus on the road, idiots!

Navigazione principale

As the sun sets, Gattinara glows. The streets are lit up, and I feel this warmth. I realize, despite the chaos, I love this town. It’s quirky, just like me.

Why Alto Piemonte’s days as a forgotten gem could well be over