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About Naples

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Then, outta nowhere, this old dude sits next to me. He’s got this wild white beard and a hat that looks like it’s from a pirate movie. He starts talkin’ to me about the history of Celano. I’m like, “Dude, I’m busy!” But he’s so passionate, I can’t help but listen. He tells me about the ancient ruins, the old churches, and how Celano was once a big deal in the Middle Ages.

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