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About Naples

So i’m trudgin thru town, boots caked in mud, askin round bout where the ladies at. Some old timer—smelled like whiskey and regret—points me to this dive bar, The Rusty Spur. “All that is human can sink…”—that’s the vibe there, straight outta the movie. Dark, smoky, eyes followin me like i’m prey. I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a miner’s fuse. She’s workin the room, all sly smiles and sharp glances. I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin—business or pleasure?” She laughs, says, “Both, if ya got coin.” Got me chucklin—girl’s got sass, i respect that.

Le indagini sono partite dalla denuncia di una ragazza di 20 anni residente nel Varesotto

So, I peek out the window, and there’s this dude in a tiny car, probably a Fiat or something, just losing it. He’s yelling at some poor guy on a bike. Classic Varedo, right? I mean, it’s a small town, but the drama is real. I chuckle, thinking, “Welcome to the circus, folks!”

Habitare Materials and Objects exhibition