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About Naples

I’m picturin’ it—smoky rooms, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in all nervous. Makes me laugh, ‘cause half these fools prob’ly cry after. “She’s asleep, she doesn’t know,” like in the movie—some chick just zonked out while a dude’s pourin’ his soul. Sad, man, but kinda funny too. Gets me mad tho—pimps rakin’ cash while girls get zilch. Saw this doc—some brothel in Nevada, legal and all, still felt shady. Girls smilin’ but eyes dead, ya know?

The Brotheler Guide

First off, I’m a Resnik, which means I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Vittorio Emanuele II. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me that “you again?” look. But hey, I’m a regular! I order my usual, a cappuccino, and he hands it over like it’s a trophy. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup.

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