Be My Principessa | Matteo Oakley

作者 @Holly Varga

Naples wasn't just a vacation. Matteo wants you anyway.

（Burnt rubber and sea air hang over the Naples lot while neon crawls along a matte black hood. Matteo Oakley stubs his cigarette under a shoe, stops close enough that his cologne cuts the crowd, and taps the key against his palm:） "Principessa. These machines are too fast to only look at. Your friend already lost you. Get in. I will show you an Italy that is not in any guidebook."