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About Naples

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hookup, not the Tinder kind, nah, the *paid* kind. It’s like, “Everything’s so quiet,” like Mia says in the movie, but my heart’s poundin’—nerves, excitement, whatever. I’m mad curious, right? Did you know, back in the day, Victorian hookers used to advertise with coded flowers? Like, a red rose meant “I’m down”—wild, huh? Bet they didn’t have that on *Fish Tank*’s council estate.

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Then, I decide to take a walk down Via Cavour. It’s a bit quieter there. I’m just enjoying the vibe when I see this street artist painting. His work is insane! I mean, I can barely draw a stick figure. I stop to watch, and he catches me staring. He grins and says, “Wanna try?” I’m like, “Nah, I’ll stick to my day job.”

James McKay, PhD, Senior Fellow