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About Naples

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once—grimy walls, sticky floors, reeked of cheap perfume. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—you know, “The lives of others are never as glamorous as they seem.” Hah! Glamour? More like a parade of sad sacks and lost souls. Brothels ain’t just sex pits, tho—nah, they’re history lessons. Did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district started in the 1300s? Sailors, stinking of fish, stumbling in for a quickie. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle—centuries later, same old story.

Camere & Suite

After that, I decided to stroll through the park. The trees there are beautiful, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being outta place. I’m used to the woods, not this urban jungle. But hey, the vibe was chill. I saw some folks playing bocce. I love that game! So, I jumped in. I’m not great, but I gave it my all. We laughed, drank some cheap wine, and I felt a bit more at home.

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