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About Naples

I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

Territori e Città

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer in the piazza. They’re kickin’ the ball around like they’re in the World Cup. One of ‘em kicks it too hard, and boom! It smacks an old lady right in the leg. She’s not havin’ it. Starts yellin’ in Italian, and I’m just tryin’ not to laugh. Kids scatter like roaches when the light turns on. Classic!

Robert L. Todi