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About Naples

So, picture this—dingy lil joint, red lights flickerin’ like a bad dream. Smells like cheap perfume and cheaper regrets. I waltzed in once, curious as a cat with a scalpel. Girls lined up, eyes dead as fish, but smilin’—fake as a politician’s tears. “We’re artists,” one says, puffin’ a cigarette. Artists! Ha! I nearly choked on my own tongue laughin’. Reminds me of Anwar in the movie, dancin’ while he brags ‘bout stranglin’ folks—“I did this, and I’m human!” Same bullshit, different stage.

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Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask Missing: Ladispoli.

First off, I hit the streets of Ladispoli. You know, the ones like Via Roma and Via Ancona. They’re usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m walkin’ down the Lungomare, the sea’s lookin’ all sparkly, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I step in a puddle. A big one. My shoes are soaked. Great start, huh?

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