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About Palermo

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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Pellaro, Italy, a small town nestled in the heart of the Italian countryside, is a hidden gem for urban explorers. Its abandoned buildings, crumbling ruins, and forgotten corners offer a glimpse into .

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to take a stroll by the waterfront. The view is stunning! The waves crashing, the sun peeking through the clouds. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything feels right.

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