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About Naples

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ downtown, guitar slung over my shoulder, lookin’ for… well, a good time, I guess. Here’s the deal… I spot this gal, red heels clickin’, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s gleanin’ somethin’ alright!” Made me chuckle—prostitutes, they’re like the gleaners of the streets, pickin’ up what the world drops. Little known fact, folks—back in the ‘70s, some hookers in Philly ran a co-op. A co-op! Can ya believe it? Unionized the oldest profession—blew my mind.

The Village of Calcinelli

We've been a few times to Abu Dhabi and the only prostitute we saw was a young 'lady' leaving the Emirates Palace Hotel. Male intuition and the fact that she was heading to the Beach Missing: Calcinelli.

Then I head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Calcinelli could get so congested? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving like she’s in a Sunday stroll. I’m yelling, “C’mon, Nonna! Let’s move it!” But she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes. I can’t even.

COMPETRINI, Elio