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About Naples

Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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First off, I head to the workshop. It’s on Via della Libertà, and lemme tell ya, that street is always a mess. Cars everywhere, people honkin’ like they’re in a race. I’m dodgin’ scooters like I’m in some kinda video game. I finally get to my shop, and guess what? The furnace is acting up. Great. Just what I needed.

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