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Oh, but the vibes—dark corners, sticky floors, ugh! Kinda hot tho, in a gritty way. Like, I’m watchin’ *A Prophet* thinkin’, “This is my school.” Brothel’s got that same raw energy—danger ‘n’ sass. Ever hear ‘bout the secret tunnels? Some old-school brothels had ‘em—escape routes for big shots. Politicians sneakin’ out, pants half-on—hilarious! I’m dyin’, like, “Oh sweetie, you’re so busted!”

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Oct 13, - Naples, Italy - The Scampia Gypsy Camp was built in and is now in poor condition.

First off, I hit up Via Cupa, my usual spot for a quick coffee. You know, the one with the old guy who always tries to charge me extra? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Scampia! It’s either hot or hotter. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Farewell to Le Vele di Scampia, “a symbol of failed modernism”