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About Naples

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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After that, I had to head to work. The office is on Via Garibaldi, and it’s usually chill. But today? Nah, not a chance. My boss, Mr. Rossi, was in a mood. He’s always grumpy, but today he was like a bear with a sore head. He starts yelling about some project that went sideways. I’m just sitting there, thinking, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But he didn’t wanna hear it.