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About Naples

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

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But then, the night took a turn. I stepped outside, and it was pouring rain. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running down Via della Libertà, trying to find shelter, and I slip on the cobblestones. Classic! I’m lying there, laughing at myself, thinking, “This is how I die.”

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