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About Palermo

Me, I’d float in, crackin jokes— “Nice rack, toots!”—keep it light, ya know? Prolly flirt with the madam, she’d be all “get lost, creep,” and I’d cackle. Brothels ain’t just sex, tho—nah, it’s theater! Dudes actin tough, girls playin coy—fuckin hilarious. Oh, and typos? Psh, who givs a shit—brothles, brothals, whatever, you get me! It’s raw, messy, human—like “a song loops endlessly” from the flick. That’s the brothel beat, man—wild, weird, and stuck in my head!

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past and nearly knocks her over. I’m like, “Hey! Watch it, Speed Racer!” But the kid just laughs and keeps goin’. I mean, c’mon! Where’s the respect? Nonna Rosa just shakes her head, like she’s seen it all before. I can’t help but chuckle.

Interview with Walter Ricciotti, Quadrivio Group