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About Palermo

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

Dove volano le ‘lucciole’

After our session, I decided to grab some prosciutto. I mean, c’mon, it’s San-Daniele! I hit up this little deli on Via Garibaldi. The owner, an old dude with a twinkle in his eye, slices the prosciutto like a master. I’m drooling just thinking about it. But then, I overhear this couple arguing about the best way to eat it. Like, really? Just eat it!

Martina Zanin