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About Naples

But yo, real talk—some girls own it, flip it, make bank! That’s dope—hustle’s hustle, respect! Saw this one spot in Amsterdam, red lights poppin’, girls smilin’—I’m like, “Yo, you happy?” She winks, says, “Happier than you, rich boy!” Burned me good, ha! Love that sass—keeps it human. But then, flip it—some places, it’s sad as fuck. Eyes dead, fake laughs—like that scene, “She was beautiful once.” Breaks my heart, yo. I’m yellin’ inside—why ain’t we fixin’ this shit?

Gradisca d'Isonzo

Immersed in greenery and ready to tell a story that’s more than nine centuries old, this is what the visitor sees in Gradisca d’Isonzo, a noble city that, especially starting in the 15th century, took .

On my way home, I pass by the local gelato shop. Couldn’t resist. I grab a cone of pistachio—my weakness. As I’m walking, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I spill gelato everywhere. I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, but I just laugh. “What a day!”

Deportation center for 150 migrants opens in Gradisca, Italy