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About Naples

But—oh, here’s the kicker—some twat tries stealin’ my pouch! “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I roar, swingin’ my staff like a madman. She’s cacklin’, “Bloody hell, grandad!”—and I’m half-angry, half-proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt epic, like facin’ a Balrog. We split a kvas I brewed—fizzy as hope in that film. “To life,” she toasts, and I’m thinkin’, “Even in despair, there’s this.”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, it’s like the sky just opened up. We’re sprinting for cover, laughing like idiots. I slip on the wet pavement of Via Cavour and almost faceplant. Marco’s dying of laughter. I’m like, “Dude, help me up!”

The Milan-Limbiate tramway: an opportunity not to be missed