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About Naples

Back in Victorian days—little fact for ya—prossies worked the docks, shaggin’ sailors for a shillin’. Now? It’s all apps and alleys. Progress, eh? I’m chuffed—love the hustle, the rawness. But then—ugh—this punter stumbles by, drunk, yellin’ filth. “Oi, sod off!” I snap, temper flarin’. Hate pricks ruinin’ the vibe.

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So, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Piazza della Libertà. Best decision ever! The barista, this cool guy named Luca, makes the best cappuccino. I’m talking frothy, creamy goodness. I’m sipping it, feeling all fancy, when suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a delivery truck that just backed into a lamppost. Like, seriously? Who’s driving that thing?

A Veneto journey to farm and table in one