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About Palermo

So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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I grab some cherries, and they’re bomb. Sweet, juicy, everything I needed. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle for a loaf of bread. He’s going back and forth with the vendor, and I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the drama unfold. It’s like a reality show, but with bread.

Novara and Chieri ready for the final battle