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About Naples

I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Calcinelli.

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Luca, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. I’m like, “Chill, man! I’m on it!” But inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician.” I mean, I love numbers, but sometimes they just don’t add up, ya know?

COMPETRINI, Elio