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About Palermo

Me quirks? Fiddlin’ with wood calms me, but brothel’s noise? Drives me mad, yesss! Exaggerate? Sure – them walls scream lust louder than a banshee! Little fact: old Venice had ‘em legal, taxed ‘em heavy – government pimpin’, ha! Sarcasm? “Oh, lovely spot for tea,” I’d sneer. Hiss! It’s a mess, a thrill, a damn circus – “The real question is, is it sustainable?” Nope, precious, it ain’t! But it keeps spinnin’, like my bow on strings. Nasty, beautiful brothel – Gollum sees it all! Hiss!

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First off, I hit the streets. You know, Via Roma? Yeah, that’s where I usually grab my morning coffee. But today? The barista was like, “Sorry, we’re out of coffee.” Out of coffee?! In Italy?! I mean, c’mon! I almost lost it. I was ready to throw a fit. But then I remembered, it’s just coffee. So I settled for a pastry. Not the same, but whatever.

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