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About Naples

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

Sorpresa in corsia: Boomdabash in visita ai piccoli pazienti del “Fazzi”

So, I’m sitting there, sticky and tired, but I can’t help but laugh. Trepuzzi, you wild city! You’ve got my heart racing and my patience tested. But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s the little moments, the surprises, the chaos that make it all worth it.

In Puglia a mini arts residency in a social-housing courtyard