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About Palermo

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

The monumental fountain of Copparo: Symbol of memory and architecture

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Copparo, right? This little gem in Italy, where the streets are like a maze and the coffee is strong enough to wake the dead. I’m talking about Via Roma, where the aroma of fresh pastries hits you like a brick wall. I mean, who needs a wake-up call when you’ve got that?

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