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About Palermo

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

Questura di Caltanissetta

First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, right? The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? Caltanissetta’s got that vibe. The old buildings, the narrow streets, and the smell of fresh cannoli wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yeah, I can do this.” But then, BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? This city’s got more potholes than a Swiss cheese! My coffee spills everywhere. Great start, right?

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