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About Naples

Me fave bit? When they outsmart the pricks who hire ‘em. This one time, heard bout an escort who spiked a bloke’s ale, robbed him blind—left him snorin’ in a ditch. Laughed my arse off! “War’s a messy business,” ain’t it? But the sad stuff—gods, the stories of girls forced into it. Breaks yer heart, then makes ya wanna burn somethin’. I’d torch the bastards who trap ‘em, no mercy.

Donna cerca uomo Mestre (Venezia)

First off, I’m strolling down Via Palazzo, just vibing, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got this wild mustache, like, straight outta a cartoon. He starts rambling about the history of Mestre. I’m like, “Cool, bro, but I gotta go.” But he’s all, “Did you know this place was a major hub for trade?” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

The Mestre resignation is a mess on multiple levels