Lina Castelli Calepio Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Naples

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m out here, right, tryna find a prostitute, like some messed-up quest from a Wes Anderson flick. Thinkin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums” vibes—y’know, my fave movie—where everythin’s quirky, kinda sad, but damn stylish. Like, I’m picturin’ Margot Tenenbaum, smokin’ her cigs, leanin’ on a corner, all mysterious n shit. “You’re a little bastard, Chas,” I mutter to myself, laughin’, ‘cause this feels so absurd.

Castelli Calepio

So, I decide to take a break. I head out to grab a slice at that little pizzeria on Via Mazzini. Best pizza in town, no contest. I order a margherita, and while I’m waiting, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m thinking, “Man, I can barely juggle my life!”

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