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About Palermo

Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

The White Devil

Not nearly soon enough into Richard Geha's interminable “Satan's Whore, Victoria Woodhull” (three hours long, with only a brief.

While we’re outside, I spot my buddy Marco from the café across the street. He’s waving like a madman, holding a giant slice of pizza. I’m like, “Dude, save me a piece!” But he just laughs and takes a huge bite. Rude, right?

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