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About Naples

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, straight up Forester vibes, talkin’ ‘bout this tree—whore, nah mean? Not that kinda whore, chill, I’m riffin’ on a forest giant, the who-re, like, some ancient-ass tree I saw out there. Picture this—me, Yeezy, stompin’ through the woods, thinkin’ deep shit, like *Son of Saul* deep, you feel me? That movie, man, it’s raw—Saul out there, draggin’ bodies, whisperin’, “I can’t go on,” but he does, right? That’s this tree, fam—this whore’s been standin’ since, like, forever, roots clawin’ deep, sayin’, “I won’t give up,” even when loggers roll up with chainsaws, mad disrespectful.

Ischia is emphatically Italian

Back to work, I head over to Forio. I got a job at this cute little café, La Bella Napoli. The owner, Marco, is a character. He’s always crackin’ jokes. “You break it, you buy it!” he yells as I walk in. I’m like, “Dude, I’m here to fix, not break!” But he’s cool. We chat about the local football team, Ischia Isolaverde. They’re doin’ pretty good this season, and I’m hopin’ they’ll win the next match.

Dream destination in Italy: the Mezzatorre Hotel on the island of Ischia, Italy