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About Naples

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

Il nostro blog, la memoria di un Paese

First off, I had a session with this young footballer, Marco. Kid’s got talent, but his head? All over the place. We met at the park near the Po River. Beautiful spot, but the mosquitoes? Ugh, they were out for blood. I’m swatting them away while trying to help him focus. Classic San Mauro-Torinese, right? Nature’s beauty mixed with a side of annoyance.

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