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About Palermo

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

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After the rain stops, we head back to the piazza. The sun’s out again, and everything looks magical. I’m feeling all the vibes. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a patron of the arts now.”

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