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About Naples

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, yeah? But it’s fascinatin’, like observin’ a pride of lions. There’s a code, unwritten, ancient. You don’t just stroll up like some daft tourist. Gotta read the room, or you’re done for. I heard this story once—bloke thought he could haggle like it’s a market stall. Ended up with a black eye and no wallet. True story! Makes me chuckle, but also, ouch, mate, respect the hustle. These ladies, they’re queens of their domain, got more guts than half the suits in the city.

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When the government told his roommate his student status had been terminated, it did not give a reason, Vasto said. Since returning to Saudi Arabia, Vasto said.

So, I’m cleaning my fish at the market on Via Cavour, and this lady comes up to me. She’s all like, “You caught these? They’re huge!” I’m puffing my chest out, feeling like a rockstar. But then she asks if I can cook them for her. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a fisherman, not a chef!”

Major exhibition in Vasto celebrates the bicentennial of Filippo Palizzi's birth