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About Naples

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I’m James bloody Bond, scoping it out suave-like. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m a merchandiser, right, so I’m thinkin’—how’s the stock here? Girls lined up like goods on a shelf, it’s wild. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, that flick I love—y’know, “Life’s a bloody cabaret!”—‘cept this ain’t funny, it’s raw.

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Anyway, I finally make it to Piazza Sant'Oronzo. It’s buzzing! Street performers, tourists snapping pics, and locals just chillin’. I spot this guy selling pasticciotti. I mean, who can resist those? I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I see a kid drop his gelato. My heart breaks. Like, c’mon, kid! Not the gelato!

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