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About Naples

Me? I’d be pissed if it’s all hype. You pay big, expectin magic fingers, and it’s just some dude half-assin it. Weak. But when it’s good? Oh man, happy ain’t the word—*“I’m Dae-su Oh, motherfucker”*—you feel alive, untangled, like you punched life back. Surprised me how some spots sneak in happy endings, tho. Shady joints, bro, they don’t even hide it. Saw this one masseuse, swear she winked at me, I’m like, “What’s good?” She just smirked—prolly seen weirder dudes than me.

New masseuses

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Finally, I get to the clinic. Turns out, we got a guy who broke his leg at the beach. Like, seriously? Who breaks their leg at the beach? I mean, it’s Riccione! You’re supposed to be chillin’ on the sand, not doin’ a faceplant in the sand. Anyway, I get in there, and this dude is in agony. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but inside, I’m like, “Why me?”

Taking on the Cippo