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About Palermo

But it ain’t all roses, nah. Pisses me off how some schmucks judge ‘em. Like, who gives a rat’s ass? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ it work. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts got their own ghosts – past johns, bad nights, maybe a pimp who screwed ‘em over. Little known fact? Old-school escort ads used to run in legit newspapers – yeah, 1920s, right next to the obits! “Massage services,” they’d call it. Wink fuckin’ wink.

I nostri approfondimenti

Monselice is a small village in the province of Padova (from there, 25 minutes by train or car). There are two different legends about its foundation. First legend. After the Trojan conquest .

As I’m walkin’ back, I pass by the Mercato di Monselice. It’s this bustling market with fresh produce and local goodies. I grab some cheese and salami. Yum! But then, I see this old lady haggling like a pro. She’s got fire in her eyes! I’m just standin’ there, amazed.

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