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About Palermo

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve dealt with angry customers, spilled coffee, and a parade of cyclists. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Manzano’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I grab a slice of pizza on my way home, and as I bite into it, I think, “Yeah, this is the life.”

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