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About Palermo

Oh, I get tickled thinkin’ ‘bout it—some fellas so nervous they trip over their own boots tryin’ to ask! Me, I’d prob’ly giggle and say, “Honey, I’m flatter’n a pancake, but I ain’t fer sale!” Ha! But serious now, if yer lookin’, check them dark alleys, maybe near truck stops—heard tell of a gal in Memphis once, called herself “Queen Bee,” had a line of truckers waitin’. True story, swear on my rhinestone britches!

Sabaudia, ordinanza anti prostituzione: via le donne in strada per tre mesi

I get there, and Marco’s already three drinks in. He’s tellin’ this wild story about how he almost got kicked outta a restaurant for tryin’ to order in English. I’m dyin’ of laughter! Like, c’mon, we’re in Italy! Speak the language, man!

A walk in the rationalistic architecture of Sabaudia