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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know prossies in Victorian times used to nick wallets with their feet? Crafty sods! Makes ya think, don’t it—history’s full o’ these cheeky mares. Anyway, I’m barterin with this lass, and she’s givin me the eye, like, “You’re a right nutter, you are.” Reminds me o’ that line from the flick—“I’m adopted, did you know that?”—cos I’m feelin like an oddball meself, stood there in me knackered boots.

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Then I strolled down to Piazza Sant’Antonio. Beautiful spot, right? But today? It was packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ movie. I almost tripped over some dude’s tripod. Like, c’mon man, this ain’t Hollywood!

The Las Vegas of Naples? We’re a bastion of marriage (just ignore the Mob)