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About Naples

I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

Manfredonia, una ragazza scrive: “Non siamo bestie né prostitute: basta offenderci”

After that, I head to the market on Piazza del Popolo. Man, it’s packed! Fresh fish, fruits, veggies—everything’s shoutin’ “buy me!” I’m tryin’ to haggle with this old dude over some tomatoes. He’s like, “These are the best in Manfredonia!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I’m not payin’ a fortune!” We go back and forth, and I finally snag ‘em for a decent price. Victory!

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