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About Palermo

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

The Beaches of Sciacca

No strings attached hookups are just a few clicks away on Discreet Hangouts, even Sciacca brothel and whorehouses are starting to feel the pinch of sex apps as.

As the night rolls in, I’m thinkin’ about the day. The ups, the downs, the flat tire, the beach, the seagull. Sciacca’s wild, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a sandwich that doesn’t get stolen. But that’s a different story!

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