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About Naples

What gets my goat, though? Folks judgin’ them gals workin’ there. “Who can judge another’s heart?”—that’s straight from the movie, and I’m hollerin’ amen! I ain’t perfect—lord knows I’ve tripped over my own sequins—so who am I to point fingers? Still, I was shocked pink when I heard bout Madame Mustache, a real gal from the Gold Rush days. Ran her own brothel, sported a hairy lip prouder than my wigs! Died broke, though—made me tear up, thinkin’ she deserved better.

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As the night rolled in, we decided to hit up a local concert at the piazza. The energy was electric! People were dancing, singing, and just livin’ it up. I felt so alive. But then, I lost my phone. Panic mode activated! I was searching everywhere, retracing my steps like a detective. Finally found it in my jacket pocket. Classic me, right?

J.B. Biunno #HeyJB