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About Naples

So, I spot her—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. She’s got that “I’m not here to talk” vibe. I’m thinkin’, “Man, she’s livin’ the *real* untitled rock piece.” Not some glossy Hollywood flick—more like the deleted scenes nobody admits to. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘70s, hookers used to hang by the Whisky a Go Go, hopin’ to snag a roadie? True story! Same game, diff tech—now it’s apps and burner phones. Wild, right?

Policy and law

After the event, I’m walking down Via Vittorio Emanuele, still buzzing from that kid’s energy. But then, I see this street vendor selling gelato. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. But then, I drop it. Ugh! I’m standing there, staring at the ground like it betrayed me.

'We bought a historic castle in our 50s and moved to Italy to renovate it'