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About Naples

I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but grateful. I grab a slice of pizza from that little joint on Via Trieste. Best decision ever. I sit there, watching the sunset over the Adriatic, and I think, “Yeah, this is what it’s all about.”

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