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About Naples

So, picture this—me, Brentster, sittin’ in me office, feet up, ponderin’ the oldest profession. Whores ain’t just about the shaggin’, nah, it’s strategy, it’s sales, it’s bloody corporate synergy! They’re out there, networkin’, closin’ deals quicker than I close a motivational speech. “The clock’s tickin’, boys!”—like in *Hurt Locker*, every move’s a risk, every punter a potential bomb. Respect, I say. Respect.

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So, I hit the streets, right? I’m strolling down Via Garibaldi, and boom! I see this little café, Bar Centrale. I’m like, “Yesss, coffee time!” I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, because why not? But the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival Mario, totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? I’m fuming, but I just smile and take it. Gotta pick your battles, ya know?

Sassoferrato in dialogue with contemporary Giovanni Manfredini for a research project