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About Palermo

Love the grit, tho. They’ve got guts, swagger—like me with a martini. One time, this dolly bird winked at me, said, “007, fancy a shag?” Cheeky! Told her I’m workin’, but damn, nearly broke character. “All alone,” like the film says—whores and me, we get that. Solo players in a fucked-up world. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—it’s a bloody yarn!

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So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, trying to shake it off. The sun’s shining, people are out, and I’m just trying to blend in. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion like he’s in a movie or something. I stop, totally mesmerized. I mean, who plays the accordion anymore? It’s like a lost art! I toss him a couple of euros, feeling all generous.

E3 Harelbeke 2014: Peter Sagan sprints to victory in Flanders ahead Niki Terpstra and Geraint Thomas