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About Naples

Alright, listen up, ya horny bastards—sex-dating’s a freakin’ mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like, everybody lies, right? Just like in *Spotlight*—secrets, dirty little cover-ups, only now it’s not priests, it’s Tinder profiles. You swipe, you match, you think, “Oh, jackpot!” Nah, pal, it’s a scam half the time. Catfish city. Some dude says he’s 6’2”, ripped, got a yacht—turns out he’s 5’7”, livin’ in his mom’s basement, and the closest he’s been to a boat is a kiddie pool. “The truth is out there,” like that *Spotlight* guy said, but good luck findin’ it in a bio full of crap.

Brothels in Genoa: history and curiosity

Whenever friends visit me and ask me for tips on a walking tour of Genova, I tell them they are likely to see prostitutes and pimps, at all hours of the day, if they walk through the caruggi of .

By now, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. I’m like a walking soap opera. I finally find my way to Piazza De Ferrari. The fountain is gorgeous, and I’m just standin’ there, takin’ it all in. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Of course! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughin’ at the absurdity of it all.

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