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About Naples

Alright, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, cause I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Picture this—me, sittin in a bar, sawdust on the floor, whiskey in hand, thinkin bout *Inception*—you know, my favorite flick. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” Cobb says in that movie, and I’m like, yeah, dreamin big, but all I got is this shady joint stinkin of cheap beer and desperation. Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, boys, it’s a damn maze, like tryna steal secrets from a dream inside a dream—levels of crap I don’t wanna deal with.

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Anyway, I grab my drink and head to the park, Parco dei Castelli Romani. It’s a beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and spills his gelato all over my shoes! I’m like, “Seriously, bro?!” I mean, it’s a hot day, but c’mon!

Fig. 8. Necropoli di Villa eloisa (Grottaferrata, Roma): i tre ustrina.