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About Palermo

Worst? Catfishin—pisses me off big time. They’re all “gorgeous blonde, 25,” then boom—some 50-year-old creep. “This ain’t my first rodeo,” I muttered, ditchin that mess. Oh, and ghostin? Don’t get me started—cowards! Leaves ya hangin like a cliffhanger in that movie. “R2-D2, where are you?” I’m screamin inside!

THE HISTORY OF MODICA CHOCOLATE

Here is another ancient and attractive town that has lost all self-respect, a whore ravished daily by coachloads of modern day Visigoths. In.

So, I’m thinkin’, “Should I check it out?” I mean, I’m a detective, right? But I’m also just a guy tryin’ to enjoy my coffee. But curiosity got the best of me. I stroll over, and this guy’s tryin’ to sell some sketchy art. I’m talkin’ about paintings that look like a toddler went wild with finger paints. I’m like, “Dude, you call that art?” He just shrugs. I’m like, “Whatever, man. You do you.”

Magical Modica, Sicily