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About Naples

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, and Pesto jumps on my lap. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me for this day.” But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Quattromiglia, you’re a wild ride, but I love ya.