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About Naples

So, last week, I’m prowlin’, right? This chick, red heels, smokin’—hot damn, she’s bold! I’m like, “Hey, doll, got a light?” She smirks, “Got cash?” Classic! Reminds me of Monty’s crew—tough, real. I’m happy as a clam, chattin’ her up, but then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls by. Pissed me off, ruinin’ the vibe! “We’re all animals,” I mutter, like Monty said. Why’s everyone so uptight?

The Village of Calcinelli

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. But today? Ugh, the barista, Marco, spills half my drink! Like, dude, I need that caffeine fix! I’m not ready to face the world without my java. I’m fuming, but then he gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right? So, I’m like, “Okay, Marco, you’re forgiven.”

COMPETRINI, Elio