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About Palermo

But then—oh, the stench o’ desperation—we shall fight the grime, the gloom! Some punters leer like dogs, and I’m ready to lamp em one. Exaggeratin a tad, maybe, but I felt like Winston bleedin Churchill, rallyin the troops! “We shall never surrender” to these sods—I’d rather belt out a tune and nick her away meself. Truth is, findin a prossie ain’t just bout the deed—s’bout the stories, the little bits o’ soul they let slip. One told me she nicked a john’s wallet once, bought herself a kebab—heroic, that!

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When someone agrees to come with her, the pair then hire an apartment together for a long weekend. Their criteria include security gates, a video intercom, and locked premises. Then, .

I stroll down Via Garibaldi, and it’s packed. People everywhere, shouting, laughing, haggling over tomatoes. I mean, who knew tomatoes could be so dramatic? I’m just trying to navigate through the crowd when I spot this old lady. She’s got this massive bag of oranges, and she’s swinging it like a weapon. I’m dodging left and right, trying not to get knocked out by citrus.

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