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About Palermo

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

Il Karaoke Sbagliato: nuovo format!

First off, I’m a Resnik, which means I deal with all sorts of stuff. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Vittorio Emanuele II. You know the one? The barista, Marco, always gives me that “you again?” look. But hey, I’m a regular! I order my usual, a cappuccino, and he hands it over like it’s a trophy. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup.

Journey Along the Southern Via Francigena