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About Naples

Little known fact, right? Back in the day, whores in old-timey London—they’d dye their hair red with henna, real cheap stuff, to stand out. This one? Bet she’s got some wild dye job too, probly somethin’ tacky like neon pink. Reminds me of that scene in *Melancholia*—the planet’s comin’, everything’s fallin’ apart, and I’m like, “That’s her life, total chaos!” She’s a walkin’ disaster, but damn, she owns it.

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Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s setting over the hills. It’s beautiful, right? But then I hear this loud noise. It’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! In Sestu! I’m thinkin’, “What now?”

Sardinia: today in Sestu a musical journey of the ancient Sardinian tradition