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About Naples

Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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After our catch-up, I finally got my report printed. Thank goodness! I rushed back to my place, but on the way, I saw this cute little gelato shop on Via S. Francesco. I couldn’t resist. I got a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. OMG, it was heavenly! I was in a food coma, but it was worth it.

1958 | Volare by Domenico Modugno