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About Wellington

So, this one time, Naples, I think—brothel’s in this crusty alley. Sign’s half broke, says “Paridiso.” Paradise, my ass. Inside, it’s dim, sticky floors, red lights buzzin’ like flies. Lady at the desk, smokin’ a cig, looks me dead in the eye. “Ten minutes, sailor,” she says. I’m like, “Cool, cool,” but in my head? “This ain’t Amélie’s café, fam.” No gnome-travelin’ vibes here—just dudes tryna forget the ocean.

The Brothel Flat

Then I hit up the local park on Postman Road. It’s got this massive tree that’s like a hundred years old. I sit under it, just chillin’, when suddenly, a squirrel decides to join me. This little guy is bold! He’s eyeing my snack like he’s planning a heist. I’m like, “Dude, back off!” But he just stares at me, and I swear, we had a moment.

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