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About Palermo

Here’s a kicker—didja know? Back in the ‘70s, some gals worked outta diners—yep, flippin’ burgers by day, hustlin’ by night. Wild, huh? Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—pancakes and a side o’ somethin’ else. But it ain’t all giggles. Gets me mad, too—folks judgin’ these gals, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, survivin’, and I’m over here, sippin’ coffee, feelin’ all high and mighty.

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First off, I head to my shop on Corso Garibaldi. You know, the one with the old wooden sign? Yeah, that one. I’m just settin’ up, and boom! My neighbor, old Signor Rossi, comes stormin’ in. He’s all like, “My shoes! They’re ruined!” I’m like, “Dude, you wore ‘em to the market!” I mean, come on! You can’t expect miracles, right?

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