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About Palermo

I’m hyped, tho—happy as a clownfish in a coral reef! Why? ‘Cause it’s a puzzle, a mystery, like *Caché*’s weird tapes showin’ up at your door. “Who sent this?” I yell, but it’s just me, overthinkin’ it, sweatin’ like a perch on a grill. I’m picturin’ it—me, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ cops, whisperin’, “Nothing lasts forever,” ‘cause Haneke’s got me emo as fuck. Last week, I got mad—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ the game. I’m like, “Nah, fam, I know my fish *and* my streets!”

Auction result well in line with expectations

Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

Finally, I get my arancini, and they’re glorious. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my pants. Seriously? I can’t catch a break!

A disturbing new image of photographer Diane Arbus