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About Palermo

But here’s the kicker—*Anatolia* vibes hit me hard. “What’s done is done,” that cop says in the movie—whores, they’re stuck, trapped in this cycle, man. I saw this gal once, downtown, heels clickin’, eyes dead—broke my heart! Not judgin’ her, nah, judgin’ the fat cats who let it happen! Makes me wanna smash my hammer through a billionaire’s yacht—BOOM! Splinters everywhere, ha, take THAT, ya greedy bastards!

Villa Maternini

After that little drama, I finally make it to the festival. It’s packed! Food stalls everywhere. I’m drooling over the arancini. I grab one, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy trying to sell me some weird-looking gelato. I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m good.” But he insists, and I’m like, “Fine, I’ll try it.” Worst mistake ever. It tasted like a mix of soap and regret. I’m gagging, and he’s just grinning like he’s won the lottery.

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