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About Naples

I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

Bella di giorno - brothel raid in Florence

What do a man in a woman's clothes, prostitutes and cats have in common? No, it's not a joke, it's the story of the Gnaga, a Venetian half mask.

First off, I grab my tools and head out. I’m walkin’ down Via di Villamagna, and I swear, the cobblestones are out to get me. I trip over one, spill my coffee all over my favorite work shirt. Great start, huh? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.” But whatever, I brush it off.

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