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About Palermo

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

The Abbey of Sant’Antimo: from the legend to the gregorian chants

I call Sant-Antimo my home and find-a-prostitute is phenomenal! Being close to you feels like home. You can't go wrong with Striptease/Lapdance.

Man, what a day! I swear, Sant-Antimo is a wild ride. I woke up, sun blarin’ through my window on Via Roma. Thought it was gonna be chill, ya know? Just another day on the river, paddlin’ my raft. But nah, life had other plans.

When only Tuscan will do; this home has it all