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About Naples

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

So, I wrap up my day, and I’m outta there. I race to the park, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere—pasta, pizza, gelato (again!), and even some weird-looking street food I’ve never seen. I’m in heaven.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan