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About Palermo

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

How To Watch

Some of Camerano’s residents bear witness to when, in , the caves revealed themselves as a precious resource for the inhabitants, who poured underground for nearly twenty days to .

Yo, lemme tell ya about my day in Camerano. Man, what a rollercoaster! So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I’m in this cute lil’ town in Italy, just a stone’s throw from the Adriatic. Camerano’s got that vibe, ya know? Old-school charm mixed with a dash of modern life.

Lucille Camerano, 92