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About Palermo

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

1. She’s Clearly Out of Your League

Finally, I get to the depot on Via della Repubblica. My team’s already there, looking like they’ve seen a ghost. Turns out, our main truck broke down. Like, seriously? The one truck we need? I’m fuming. I mean, who doesn’t do regular maintenance? It’s like forgetting to feed your dog. So, I’m pacing, trying to figure out what to do.

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