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About Palermo

So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

What to see in Avola

Kenji’s Spaghetti in the Style of the Whore (Puttanesca) is my favorite lazy sloppy wine buzzed meal. Here’s the recipe. Make sure you’re a couple bottles of Nero d'Avola in before you start. .

But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some guy just wiped out on his bike! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon! It’s like a scene from a movie!

Mafia planned to kill Mario Cuomo in Italy in 1992