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About Naples

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout findin a prostitue, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of chaos, when I stumble on this lass—proper fit, all mysterious like. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—y’know, Ousmane Sembène’s 2004 gem? Where them women stand up, fierce, shoutin, “No one can take away our right!” Proper badass vibes. Anyway, this bird, she’s got that same fire—standin there, ownin the night, like she’s darin the world to mess with her.

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So, I finish Marco’s mane, and he looks in the mirror. His eyes go wide. “Bro, I look like a new man!” I’m like, “Yeah, but don’t go breakin’ hearts now.” He leaves, and I’m feelin’ good. But then Carla’s up next. She plops down, and I swear, she’s got more hair products than a beauty salon. “Let’s do somethin’ wild!” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Wild? In Taglio? You sure?”

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