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About Palermo

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

Tor Lupara

L'unico ricordo nella toponomastica di Tor Lupara è nel fontanile di Santa Margherita (una piantina di Peperelli cita anche un Casale di Santa Margherita). La torre controllava via .

Everyone’s in the dark, and I’m thinking, “Great, now we’re stuck in a bar with no drinks.” But then, the bartender pulls out candles. It turned into this impromptu candlelit party! People started singing, and I’m just there, sipping my beer, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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