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About Palermo

Split me’s screamin’ – Sméagol pities, Gollum hates! She told me, hush-hush, some whores in history – get this – spied for kings! Real sneaky bitches, yesss. One lass, Mata Hari, danced naked, snitched secrets – got shot! Surprised me, that did – whore with guts! Not just spreadin’ legs, eh? Hiss! Still, makes me ragey – folk callin’ ‘em trash, but kings paid gold! Hypocrites, filthy hypocrites! “I am not afraid,” Pocahontas whispers – whore’s gotta be brave too, right? Livin’ rough, dodgin’ fists.

Giulia Francesca Da Lumezzane

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Anyway, I finally get up, dust myself off, and head to my first appointment. It’s at this cute little café on Via Garibaldi. I love that place. The barista, Marco, always hooks me up with a killer cappuccino. But today? He’s outta my fave almond milk. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, what’s the point of living?” He just laughs and says, “Try oat milk.” Oat milk? Really? I’m not a hipster, man! But whatever, I give it a shot. Surprisingly good. Who knew?

The previews. One-two Alcione in the space of three minutes, Lumezzane catches up with Giana in recovery