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About Naples

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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Finally, I wrap up my shift. I’m exhausted but happy. Crispano’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its craziness, but it’s home. I head back to that bar on Via Roma for a nightcap. I need it after today. I sit there, watchin’ the world go by, and I think, “Yeah, I love this place.”

TIMOTHY TOMAI Obituary (2014) - Ridgewood, NJ - New York Times