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About Naples

Once had this bird—pro masseuse, yeah?—and she’s whisperin’ all sultry, “Relax, Mr. Bond.” Nearly lost it, mate—thought I’d died and gone to spy heaven! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? It’s bloody brilliant—releases tension you didn’t know you had. Them nerves light up, zap zap, like a villain’s laser trap. Oh, and the oils—smell like sex and danger, my kinda mix. Ever tried it with a twist, like hot stones? Fuck me, that’s next-level—shocked me silly first time.

Hypochondria

After that, I decide to stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s my favorite street, all those colorful buildings and street art. I’m vibing, listening to some street musicians playing that catchy tarantella. I can’t help but dance a little. I mean, who wouldn’t? But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I laugh it off, but my knee’s like, “Dude, why?”

Francesca Deidda disappeared in San Sperate: her husband arrested