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About Naples

Finally hit gold—this chick’s legit, posts real, links check out. Met her downtown—nervous as hell, palms sweaty, thinkin, “Am I in a Fincher flick now?” She’s cool tho, sassy, says, “You’re late, nerd!” I’m crackin up—humor’s my shield, ya know? Told her, “I’m not a billionaire yet, babe—just a guy chasin dreams!” She smirks, “Better than chasin tail online.” Burn! Loved that—she’s got balls.

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There are, as well, the assorted prostitutes, strippers, and drag queens whose lives Arbus described as having the “quality of legend,” the.

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”

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