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About Palermo

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

Strange, macabre, wonderful!

By 3 PM, I’m running on fumes. I grab a coffee from that little café on Via Cavour. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down when I get another call. This time, it’s a couple of kids causing chaos at the park near Lago di Pusiano. They’re throwing rocks into the water. I’m like, “What are you, 5?” But I send someone to keep an eye on them. Can’t have a mini riot in Erba, ya know?

Ghee’s Niven Patel to Open Italian Eatery Erba in 2019