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About Naples

Little fact, hmmm—knew you not, maybe? Oldest job, they call it—back in Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals, “sacred” prostitutes, wild, right? Sex for gods, coins on the side—hustle be ancient! Makes me laugh, sarcastic like—shit, even then, taxes prob’ly screwed ‘em! Happy, tho, I feel—some gals now, choosin’ it, ownin’ it, power in that, mmm. “What we think we know,” Polley whispers in my head—truth flips, surprises me, yah!

Twin towns

Piossasco, agricoltore perde il controllo del trattore e si schianta contro un furgone.

First off, I’m sippin’ my espresso at Bar Centrale, right? The barista, Marco, he’s always crackin’ jokes. Today, he says, “Hey, watchmaker! You fixin’ time or just breakin’ it?” Classic Marco. I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I’m tryin’ to fix my own life here!”

Alan Charlton