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About Naples

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First call comes in at 8 AM. Some dude on Via Roma is locked outta his car. I’m like, “Bro, did you forget your keys again?” Classic. But hey, I send someone over. Meanwhile, I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to wake up. Filottrano’s got this vibe, ya know? Small town, but full of life. The streets are narrow, and the buildings are all old-school charm. Love it.

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