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About Naples

Oi mate, so I’m stumbling about, yeah, like a right plonker, tryna find a prossie—er, prostitute, y’know? Me, Mr. Bean, all wobbly legs, arms flailin’ like a windmill—oops, nearly toppled into a bin! *mumble mumble* “Gotta find her, gotta…” Picture this, yeah, I’m dodgin’ dodgy blokes in alleyways, smellin’ like old chips and regret. Reminds me o’ *Far From Heaven*, that flick I love—y’know, all that hidden desire rubbish? Cathy in her posh frocks, sneakin’ about, wantin’ what she can’t have. Me? I’m wantin’ a prossie, but I’m rubbish at this!

Hooking Up In Madrid

Finally, I hang up, and I’m fuming. I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m on Via Mazzini, just trying to clear my head. I see this street performer playing an accordion, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like the universe is telling me to relax. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod.

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