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About Palermo

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not the chick. The tech! W-H-O-R-E. Wireless. High-frequency. Operational. Radio. Equipment. Yeah – I’m an installer. Radio-electronic junk’s my life. Been wiring up these babies forever. Got my hands dirty. With circuits. Antennas. All that jazz. Christopher Walken style – ya dig? Pauses. Mid-sentence. *Emphasis* where ya least expect it!

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See that's how I felt in the cruise line's skimpy tank tops and shorts: like a short fat slut who you could hear whining all over the Caribbean.

Next, I decide to hit up the local market on Piazza della Libertà. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I see this lady selling handmade pasta. I’m drooling. I’m like, “Gimme that tagliatelle!” But she’s all, “Only if you can beat my son in a race.” What?! I’m a warrior, not a sprinter!

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