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About Palermo

But it ain’t all giggles. Pisses me off, the hypocrisy—blokes in suits judgin’ her, then slippin’ her a tenner after dark. “We don’t need to save anything,” Kirsten Dunst says in *Melancholia*. Same vibe—why save what society’s already tossed? Whores get the rough end, mate. Surprised me once, read this bit—Victorian tarts used lemon rinds as contraception. Mental, right? Stinks, but clever. Little factoid for ya, shaken up proper.

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A piece she'd written on the social climate she'd been encountering as her novel, I'm from Nowhere, approached publication.

But then, I spot this one guy dressed as a giant pizza. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my drink. Like, who thinks of that? I need that kind of creativity in my life.

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