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About Palermo

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild tricks on Via Roma. I’m talking juggling flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m standing there, mouth agape, when one of the torches goes flying. It nearly takes out a guy’s hat! Everyone gasps, then bursts into laughter. I’m dying.

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