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About Naples

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

The Sanctuary of the Seven Churches and Villa Duodo

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After that, I needed some food. I hit up this trattoria on Via San Martino. The pasta? To die for! I ordered the big plate of gnocchi. I’m talkin’ heavenly. But then, the waiter spills water all over me! I’m soaked! I’m laughin’ it off, but inside, I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?”

Nigerian asylum seeker stabbed to death in Dublin was previously accused of rape in Italy