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About Naples

So, walked by one once—*mimes tiptoeing, falls flat*—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Did ya know, back in old London, they called ‘em “stews”? Cos it was hot, sweaty, and a mess—like soup! *giggles, spills imaginary bowl* Made me laugh, that. But also—grr!—angry, cos some blokes treat it like a game. Ain’t funny when it’s someone’s life, innit?

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brothel keepers (one female, one male), a prostitute, her client, an infected peasant, and a reporter who hears more than she bargains for as Antonin's.

Then I’m strollin’ down Via Garibaldi, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and honestly, it’s kinda catchy. I’m boppin’ my head, feelin’ the groove. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and spills his soda all over my boots! Ugh! My forest boots! They’re supposed to be rugged, not sticky! I’m like, “Dude, what’s your damage?” But the kid just giggles and runs off. Kids, man.

Thursday's prep highlights: Whisman's big game keys Arcola baseball