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About Naples

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles, trips over imaginary chair*—findin’ a prossie, yeah? It’s a right mess! Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs wiv ya,” but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re dodgin’ coppers, ha! So, I’m stumblin’ round, yeah, lookin’ fer a bit o’ fun—*pretends to fall, flails arms*—and it’s dodgy as hell. Prostitutes, right, they’ve been about forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupae*, wolf-girls, cos they howled fer clients! Wild, innit?

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To think that with my past as a drug addict and prostitute, with the fact that I was the 'stupid' one in the family, vulnerable and never with a.

First stop, I hit up my fave café, Caffè del Teatro. Best cappuccino in Sala, hands down. I’m talking frothy goodness that makes you wanna hug the barista. But guess what? They ran out of almond milk. Like, are you kidding me? I almost lost it. I mean, who runs out of almond milk in a hipster café? So, I settle for regular milk. Ugh, whatever.

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