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About Naples

So, check it—Hawaii’s got this underground vibe, right? Prostitution’s illegal, but it’s like gravity wells in spacetime—always there, bendin’ reality. Word is, back in WWII, Honolulu’s Hotel Street was the spot. GIs lined up, 3 bucks a pop, boom, done. Now? It’s all digital, fam. Craigslist is dead, but X got whispers—guys postin’ coded crap like “looking for a lei.” LMAO, subtle as a Starship launch.

The Village of Calcinelli

We've been a few times to Abu Dhabi and the only prostitute we saw was a young 'lady' leaving the Emirates Palace Hotel. Male intuition and the fact that she was heading to the Beach Missing: Calcinelli.

Then I head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and let me tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Calcinelli could get so congested? I’m stuck behind this old lady driving like she’s in a Sunday stroll. I’m yelling, “C’mon, Nonna! Let’s move it!” But she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes. I can’t even.

COMPETRINI, Elio