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About Palermo

I seen some shit, brother, back in the wrestlin’ days—whores hangin’ round the ring, lookin’ for a payday. One chick, swear to God, had a tattoo of me, Hogan, right on her thigh! Made me laugh my ass off, like, “Sister, you’re wilder than a piledriver!” Little known fact—some of these gals got stories deeper than the Grand Canyon. One told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school slingin’ ass—how’s that for a twist, brother?

Should You Stay In Modica Or Ragusa?

First off, I hit the streets of Modica, cruisin’ down Corso Umberto. The sun was blazin’, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I stop by my fave café, Caffè dell'Arte, for a quick espresso. Best in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I see this dude, right? He’s actin’ all shady by the steps of the Chiesa di San Giorgio. Like, what’s up with that?

State of the Hogs: Dr. Pookie excelling in corporate, just as he did on the court