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About Naples

I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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After my sugar high, I decided to stroll over to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s this beautiful spot with trees and benches. I plopped down, ready to soak in the sun. But then, outta nowhere, a kid on a bike zooms past me and nearly knocks over my coffee! I was like, “Dude, chill! This ain’t the Tour de France!”

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