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About Naples

I’m cruisin’ one night, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Brandon, how he’s all “My life is not a game,” but it feels like one, rollin’ dice with strangers. You hit up the block, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clickin’. You gotta peep the scene—some look tired, some look sharp, like they own the night. Me, I’m laid back, watchin’, not judgin’, ‘cause who am I, ya know? But damn, some shit makes me mad—like these pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, fuckin’ up lives. That ain’t cool, G.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m caught without an umbrella. Typical! I dash for cover under a shop awning, laughing at my luck. Valdagno, you’re killing me!

Father and son are swallowed up by sinkhole in flood-ravaged Italy while tourists are told to stay inside in s