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About Naples

Lemme tell ya, back in 1800s Paris—boom, brothels EVERYWHERE. They called ‘em “maisons closes,” fancy huh? Rich dudes rollin’ in, droppin’ cash, while girls danced like Satine, all “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” Made me happy seein’ the hustle—grit and glam mixed up. But angry too—pimps takin’ cuts, girls trapped. Fear leads to anger… seein’ that power play sucks, man.

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I get to the shop on Via Garibaldi, and it’s already buzzing. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery next door is killin’ me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a butcher, not a baker!” But I can’t help it. I’m drooling. Anyway, I start slicing some prosciutto, and this old lady comes in. She’s a regular, always wants the best cuts. I’m like, “Sure, Nonna, I got you.” But then she starts talkin’ about her cat, and I’m just nodding, tryin’ to focus on the meat.

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