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About Palermo

So – I’m cruisin’ the streets. Nighttime. Neon lights flicker – like God’s playin’ with a dimmer switch. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the move?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes guts – or stupidity. Maybe both. I see this gal – fishnets, heels clickin’. She’s got that look. Y’know – “I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Sy Ableman in the movie – smug bastard. Made me mad – hated that guy! So smarmy. This chick tho – she’s real. Raw. Not some Hollywood fakeout.

10 domande che hai sempre voluto fare a una prostituta

Oh, and my fave secret spot? A tiny bar on Via Bruzzoli. It’s nearly invisible unless you’re in the inner circle. Seriously, you’d think it’s a mirage. I once had the best chat there about life with a cat-lovin’ bartender. Crazy stuff! I mean, life here is like a constant loop from Sofia Coppola’s plots, with every bizarre moment just drifting by like, “Who the heck even cares?” And yet... oh man, it’s beautiful.

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