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About Naples

I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

Teen Girls Merano

I grab a bratwurst (best decision ever) and start dancing like nobody’s watching. Spoiler: everyone was watching. But I didn’t care! I was living my best life. Then, outta nowhere, this guy pulls me into a dance-off. I’m like, “Dude, I can’t dance!” But he’s all about it. So, I just go for it. I’m flailing my arms, and somehow, I win? I don’t even know how that happened.

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