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About Naples

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Monte-Urano, with its winding streets and quirky people, has a way of surprising you. I mean, one minute you’re spilling coffee, and the next you’re laughing with kids and eating the best pizza ever.

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