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About Naples

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I rewatched *Moonrise Kingdom*. That flick’s my jam—Wes Anderson’s a bloody genius, all that quirky shit. Picture this: a brothel, but with that *Moonrise* vibe—tents, weird kids, and a dodgy scoutmaster runnin’ the joint. “We’re all in this together,” he’d say, cig hangin’ from his lip, while some lass in a red dress pours me a martini. Shaken, obviously—not stirred, you muppet.

Countries Where Prostitution Is Legal

Prostitution flourishes in the black market that would not exist if brothels and hookers were legitimized, licensed, medically inspected, zoned and taxed. Like.

So, I’m fuming, right? I stroll down to Via Garibaldi, tryin’ to cool off. But then, bam! I see this street performer. Dude’s playin’ the accordion like he’s in a Tarantino movie or somethin’. I stop, can’t help but smile. He’s got this wild energy, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I toss him a couple of euros. He winks at me. I’m like, “Yeah, man, you get it!”

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