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About Naples

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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Then I stroll down to the Kurhaus. Man, that place is stunning! The architecture is like, straight outta a fairy tale. I’m snapping pics, feeling like a tourist, when suddenly, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old lady walks by, looks at me, and just shakes her head. Like, thanks for the support, lady!

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