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About Palermo

So, picture this, right? Stumbled into one off Tortuga once—smelled like rum, sweat, an’ regret. Lass at the door, all curves an’ sass, givin’ me the eye. “What’s yer poison, love?” she purrs. Made me laugh, it did—happy as a clam, ‘cause who don’t like a warm welcome, eh? But then—THEN—some scurvy dog tried chargin’ me double! “Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck!”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I near did too. Got me blood boilin’, I tell ya. Ain’t no pirate payin’ extra fer a wink an’ a tumble!

The Morning Hustle

The publication accompanying the exhibition Revealing the African Presence in Renaissance Europe is now available to view online or download.

First off, I’m a bone cutter, right? Sounds gnarly, I know. But today? Today was a whole different level of crazy. I was chillin’ at my shop on Via Roma, just minding my own business, when this dude barges in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a bone to pick—literally.

In 1510, a drawing was made by Leonardo da Vinci in his mind, for eyes...