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About Palermo

Like, real talk—sexual-massage ain’t just “happy endings.” Nah, it’s art, bro! You got these underground spots—shady parlors in Chinatown, dimly lit, smellin’ like lavender and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, cops raided this joint in LA, found a dude mid-session claimin’ it was “therapy.” Therapy, my ass—had me cacklin’! I’d be pissed if I paid $50 for that excuse. Still, respect the hustle—takes guts to knead strangers all day. Dangerous? Hell yeah! One wrong move, you’re slippin’ on oil, breakin’ your neck—or worse, some creep’s grabbin’ ya. Fucked up, right?

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Feeling a bit better, I decided to wander around the streets. I ended up on Via dei Fiori, which is super pretty with all the flowers blooming. I was snapping pics for inspo when I noticed this street performer. He was playing the accordion, and honestly, he was terrible. But the way he was into it? Priceless. I started clapping along, and a small crowd gathered. We were all laughing and having a blast.

Cycling, Ligurian Mengarelli scores big in the Giuliano Baronti GP