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About Palermo

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

Physical geography

The All Wars’ Fallen Monumental Fountain of Copparo (FE) is a significant tribute to the historical memory of the Emilian city, an expression of a refined encounter between art and architecture.

Then, I head down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing with life. Kids are running around, old folks are gossiping, and I’m just trying to soak it all in. But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, this pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. I freak out! Like, “Get off me, you feathered fiend!” Everyone’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, flapping my arms like a maniac. Great start, right?

Copparo prepares for the playout playoff against Amici di Stefano