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About Palermo

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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Finally, I decide to stroll back. I take a detour through the narrow streets. They’re so charming, with all the colorful buildings and laundry hanging out to dry. I feel like I’m in a postcard. But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m laughing at myself, thinking, “This is why I can’t have nice things.”

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