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About Naples

Talkin’ to you, mate—imagine this chick! Sassy, flirty—eye rolls at dumb johns. Me, I’m like, “Girl, you’re a legend!” Sarcasm drips—she’d say, “Medals for bed, huh?” Hella quirks—chews gum loud, annoys me. Thoughts spin—could she sprint pro? Nah, freedom’s her game, not rules—wild spirit! “Hope fades, but we endure,” movie hums. Findin’ a prostitute? Complex, it is—respect, yo!

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feelin’ all good, when I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude on a scooter just wiped out on the cobblestones. Like, bro, you gotta watch where you’re goin’! I almost spit my coffee everywhere. But then, he gets up, brushes himself off, and starts laughin’. I’m like, “Dude, you’re either brave or just plain crazy.”

On the trail of St Francis of Paola