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About Palermo

Real talk, tho—prostitutes got stories, right? Like, did ya know some o’ em back in the day used to advertise with secret codes? Like, in old London, they’d wear red shoes or somethin’ sneaky—nuts, right? Makes me mad thinkin’ how folks judge em, tho! They’re out there hustlin’, survivin’, and I’m like, “Good fer you, pals!” Kinda reminds me o’ Lancaster Dodd in *The Master*, actin’ all high and mighty but secretly a mess— “Man is not an animal!” he’d say, but mate, we all got our wild side!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. Like, what the heck? I’m thinking, “Is this a horror movie?” And then it starts pouring. I mean, seriously, Fregene? You couldn’t have waited five more minutes? I’m sprinting for cover, dodging people left and right. I end up in this cute little café on Via della Torre.

The pretty Italian seaside town just 15 miles from Rome where the beach is deserted