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About Naples

I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As the sun sets over Lake Varese, I finally take a breath. It’s been a wild ride. I’m exhausted but happy. Gavirate, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I head home, thinking about all the weirdness of the day. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life, right?

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