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About Palermo

So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin ass, nah, it’s a *mindset*. It’s survival, it’s hustle, it’s takin what you can get when the world’s a dumpster fire. Like in *Turin Horse*, when the dude’s out there, yellin, “The wind’s come! It’s all over!”—that’s whore life, bruh. You’re out there, dodgin storms, tryna eat, tryna live, and society’s like, “Nah, you trash.” Pisses me off, yo! Why we judgin so hard? I’m screamin at the screen, “LET HER COOK POTATOES IN PEACE!”

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I just got my hair done! I’m running for cover, and I slip on some wet cobblestones. Classic me, right? I’m soaked, and my mood is tanking. I’m standing under this awning on Via della Repubblica, trying to dry off, and I’m just grumbling to myself.

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