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About Palermo

Surprised me, she did—knew all ‘bout the stars, chattin’ ‘bout Orion like some poet. Who’d a thunk it? A prossie with a brain! Made me happy, yesss—rare as a clean hobbit, that. But then—ugh—some drunk git stumbles over, pukin’ near her shoes. Ruined it, didn’t he? “Blessed are the forgetful,” I snarls—wish I could erase that stink from me head!

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. But today? Ugh, the barista, Marco, spills half my drink! Like, dude, I need that caffeine fix! I’m not ready to face the world without my java. I’m fuming, but then he gives me a free pastry. Sweet, right? So, I’m like, “Okay, Marco, you’re forgiven.”

COMPETRINI, Elio