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About Palermo

Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

La mappa della prostituzione di Torino: le loro storie, i controlli e l'aiuto dei volontari

THESE women go to Europe expecting to work as nannies to send money back to their families. Their dreams of freedom quickly collapse into a nightmare of prostitution and abuse. Waiting .

After that, I’m headin’ back to the yard, and I take a wrong turn. Ended up on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. It’s a busy street, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to figure out how to turn around without causing a scene. Cars are honkin’, people are yellin’. I’m like, “Chill, I’m just a humble tractor driver!”

In Turin, the world’s oldest Egyptian museum turns 200