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About Palermo

I got mad once, tho—real mad. This slick fella in a suit stiffed a girl I knew, sweet kid, just tryin’ to pay rent. Skipped out, left her cryin’ in the lobby. I wanted to hog-tie him and yell, “This ain’t how you treat folks!” Made my blood boil hotter than a skillet. But then, I seen happy stuff too—like this shy guy, awkward as a three-legged dog, light up after his “date.” Said it gave him confidence. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Guess it ain’t all bad.

Rubriques électroniques

There were taverns selling wine and street foods; it was served in the city's brothels; enjoyed in private homes at both modest meals and at the.

As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, feeling a mix of emotions. Jesi’s got this charm, you know? It’s like a small town with a big heart. I’m angry about the gelato, happy about the coffee, and surprised by the fire juggler.

Jesi Blok