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About Naples

I’d cruise Soho, maybe—London’s got history. Girls there, tough as neutron stars. One time, saw this lass—red heels, smokin, eyes like supernovas. Made me happy, dunno why. Maybe cos she owned it, y’know? “The best is gone,” Jep’d say—but nah, she was alive, kickin. Surprised me—thought they’d all be broken. Wrong! Some shine brighter than us.

In Evidenza

Finally, I get my fettuccine, and it’s worth the wait. I’m slurping it down, feeling like a pasta queen. But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s a guy who just knocked over a whole cart of gelato. Nooo! My heart breaks for the gelato.

Villa Silvio Pellico, the garden and the labyrinth: Russell Page's Italian masterpiece