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About Naples

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s a mess—thinkin’ ‘bout Rome in *The Great Beauty*. “The best people are invisible,” Jep says. Same with prostitutes, y’all! The good ones? They don’t flash neon signs. You gotta hunt, dig through the muck. Once knew a gal, called herself “Sapphire”—classy, right? Worked outta some dive bar in Austin. Story goes, she paid her way through art school hustlin’. Now THAT’S an artist-technologist! Made me grin ear to ear—still does.

Prostitution racket uncovered in Agartala city

It was impossible for her to have known that the nineteen-year-old kid he'd interviewed the night before was named Michael. Michael Manfredonia, to be exact.

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches a croissant right off a lady’s plate. I’m talkin’ full-on heist mode. The lady screams, and I’m just there, laughin’ my ass off. Like, c’mon, it’s a croissant, not a diamond ring!

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