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About Naples

So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

In Evidenza

After the market, we decide to hit up this café on Via della Libertà. I order a slice of sfogliatella, and it’s heavenly. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. “I need a last-minute appointment!” Ugh, seriously? I’m about to lose it. But I can’t say no. So, I rush back to the boutique, and guess what? The power’s back!

FOTO/INDUSTRIA 2021 in Bologna: focus is on FOOD