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About Palermo

Now, I seen some stuff bout brothels that’d curl yer toes. Like in Nevada, them legal ones—Bunny Ranch an’ such—they got rules tighter’n a preacher’s collar! Gals get checked weekly, gotta be clean as a whistle. Surprised me, I tell ya! Thought it’d be all wild west, but nope, it’s like a dang doctor’s office with extra steps. Made me happy, tho—ain’t nobody deserve to be sick over a roll in the hay.

Welcome to il Ponticello - Comacchio

I head back out, and guess what? I bump into a bunch of tourists. They’re lost, lookin’ for the Trepponti bridge. I’m like, “Seriously? Just follow the canals!” But I help ‘em out anyway. I mean, Comacchio’s a gem, and I can’t let ‘em miss it. I point ‘em in the right direction, and they’re all smiles. Makes me feel good, ya know?

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