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About Naples

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for a waterworks show! I duck into a little shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute place, full of handmade stuff. I’m browsing, and I find this awesome ceramic cat. I’m a sucker for cats, so I buy it. But then, I realize I left my umbrella outside. Ugh!

Fig. 1. The study area of the three municipalities of Mascalucia,...