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About Naples

Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

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So, I finally get to the café on Via Cavour. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccino in town? Yeah, that place. I order my usual, and the barista, this super chill guy, tells me they’re out of almond milk. Like, are you kidding me? I’m not a monster! I need my almond milk! I’m standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve made it myself in like two seconds. But whatever, I settle for regular milk. Ugh.

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