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About Naples

Last week, right, I’m in a tavern, tankard in hand, scopin’ the room. This bird—red lips, skirts hiked up—winks at me. I’m thinkin’, “Tyrion, you clever bastard, she’s yours.” But nah, she’s got a pimp, uglier than Gregor Clegane, breath like a latrine. Pissed me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so complicated? “Be quiet and do what I say,” she whispers, like I’m some green boy. Cheeky cow! I’m the Imp, I know tricks she ain’t dreamed of. Paid her double just to shut her gob and get on with it. Felt good, though—coin well spent.

Escort Vigevano

First off, I hit the streets of Vigevano, and let me tell ya, the cobblestones on Via Roma are like a rollercoaster. I almost twisted my ankle! I mean, who designed this place? It’s like they wanted to keep us on our toes—literally. Anyway, I’m walking, coffee in hand, feeling all professional, when I spot this cute little café on the corner of Piazza Ducale. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a pastry.”

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