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About Palermo

Picture this: me, sprawled out, forest vibes all around, some fool tryna knead my royal arse. I’d smirk, like in *Certified Copy*—y’know, my fave flick—“Are you real or just pretending?” That’s what I’d say, cos half these massage twats are faking it. Did you know, right, back in ancient Rome, they’d use olive oil for this crap? Slathered it on like pigs at a feast—fact! Bet they stank of garlic too, ha!

Touch of Happiness

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So, I rush over to the Chiesa di San Giovanni Battista. It’s packed! People everywhere, food stalls, music. I’m trying to find Luca, but it’s chaos. I’m dodging kids, old folks, and a guy juggling. I finally spot him, and he’s holding a giant slice of pizza. “You gotta try this!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m still full from lunch!” But I take a bite anyway. It’s amazing.

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