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About Palermo

Hey, is mayonnaise an instrument? Nah, wait, focus, Patrick! Prostitute stuff! I heard once, in old France, they wore red shoes to show off—like, “Hey, I’m open for biz!” Red shoes, dude! That’s dope! I’d wear ‘em just for kicks, heh. Bet they tripped a lot tho—cobblestones suck. Oh, and I’m happy thinkin’ some were probs super smart, y’know? Outsmartin’ cops and jerks. Heroes in my book!

Elegante, affettuoso e dolcissimo: alla scoperta del gatto Tiffany

Martellago is a locality in Metropolitan Venice, Veneto. Mapcarta, the open map.

The market! Oh man, the market on Piazza della Libertà is always a vibe. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of fresh bread. I grab a focaccia, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, knocks my focaccia right outta my hand! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, who does that? I’m ready to chase him down, but then I see his mom, and she’s giving me that “sorry” look. I just shake my head. Kids, man.