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About Palermo

I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

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Then I decide to stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a cute little square, but today? It was packed! I mean, like, people everywhere. Kids running around, old folks chatting, and this one guy playing the accordion. I’m not even kidding. It was like a scene from a movie. I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, and this kid runs by, spills his gelato all over my shoes. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, come on, kid!

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