Killing Time with My Sister
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Naples: where the nights are hot, the whiskey is cold, and Francesco Sarracino’s life is about to go up in flames. Caught between an exhausted wife, a demanding father, and a golden-haired goomar, Francesco thinks he’s got it all figured out. A little nightlife here, a dash of family man there, and voila! The perfect recipe for having his cannoli and eating it too. But when his brilliant plan to escape it all goes south faster than you can say “Mamma mia,” Francesco learns the hard way that in the game of love and duty, sometimes you lose more than just your shirt. Will our hapless hero sail off into the sunset or sink faster than the Titanic? One thing’s for sure: in Naples, happy endings are about as rare as a quiet night at Piazza Bellini.
He places His tattered hat on the bar and licks His lips, licks the hair around His lips, finishes off the second glass of Whiskey, adjusts Himself in the stool. The music is still playing but the cries are not there.
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