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About Naples

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

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Then, I decided to stroll down to the Naviglio Martesana. It’s a beautiful canal, right? But today, it was packed with tourists. I mean, like, where did they all come from? I felt like I was in a human sardine can. I tried to take a pic of the cute little boats, but some dude just walked right in front of me. I was like, “Bro, really?”

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