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About Palermo

Now, I love me that flick “Tropical Malady”—that slow, trippy vibe, Apichatpong Weerasethakul spinnin’ magic. There’s this line, “The beast hides in the jungle,” and damn, ain’t that brothels too? Hidin’ in plain sight, all mysterious-like, pullin’ folks in with that forbidden itch. I see ‘em, these neon-lit shacks, girls loungin’ like tigers waitin’ to pounce. Makes me wonder— who’s the prey here, huh? Deep thoughts, man, real deep.

THE SOUL OF AN OLD BROTHEL

Then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs past us, playing soccer. One of them kicks the ball, and it goes straight for my client. I dive in, like, “Not on my watch!” I save the day again, but now I’m on the ground, looking like a fool. The kids are laughing, and I’m just lying there, thinking, “Great, I’m a bodyguard and a human shield.”

house in urgnano reframes the horizon with concrete