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About Naples

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Qui si respira aria dell'Antica Roma.

Then, I head over to the park by the river. It’s beautiful there, with the trees and the water. I sit down, trying to chill, but then I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But then, the guy pulls out a ring. I’m like, “Wait, what?” He proposes right there! She says yes, and suddenly, I’m all emotional. I mean, who knew I’d be crying over a stranger’s love story?

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