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About Naples

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

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Then, I head to my post. I’m stationed at the old castle, Castello di Corleone. It’s ancient, man. You can feel the history seepin’ outta the stones. I’m just chillin’, watchin’ the locals go by. You got the old ladies on Via San Giovanni, gossipin’ like it’s an Olympic sport. And the kids? They’re playin’ soccer in the street, kickin’ a ball like it’s the World Cup.

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