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About Naples

But real talk, it’s heavy. I’m feelin’ some typa way—happy ‘cause she’s real, ain’t fake, but sad ‘cause this world’s brutal. I’m ramblin’, brain’s a mess, like, why’m I even here? To understand? To judge? Nah, I ain’t judgin’, I’m just seein’. “There’s a whole ocean of oil under our feet!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head, ‘cause this city’s got layers, secrets, and I’m tappin’ into ‘em. Fun fact, tho—did ya know some old-school brothels had secret tunnels? Like, for politicians to sneak out? That’s some 007 shit, man, I’m geeked thinkin’ ‘bout it.

Contatta le Escort a Fabriano

While I’m changing the tire, I see this cute dog. It’s just chilling by the road, wagging its tail. I’m like, “Hey, buddy! You wanna help me out?” Of course, the dog just looks at me like I’m nuts. But it makes me smile. I mean, who doesn’t love dogs, right?

Saint of the Day: Bl. Francis of Fabriano