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About Naples

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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First off, I head down Via Roma, my usual route to the shop. The cobblestones are all bumpy, like they’re tryin’ to give me a massage or somethin’. I’m dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. And then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

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