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About Palermo

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Presicce: history, what to see, where to eat, beaches and surroundings [Guide]

So, I finally get through the reports. I’m feeling like a champ. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. “Dude, you gotta come to the piazza!” I’m like, “What’s happening?” Apparently, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I’m intrigued, so I bolt outta the office.

Luigi Presicce