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About Palermo

Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Finally, we get to the scene. Smoke’s billowing, and I’m like, “Alright, time to show off.” I strap on my parachute—yeah, I know, it’s wild. But trust me, it’s way cooler than just climbing ladders. I jump off the truck, and the crowd’s all like, “Whoa!” I feel like a superhero, but then I trip over a hose. Classic me, right?

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