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About Palermo

Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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I finally find a spot at the bar, and I order a slice of pizza. It’s the best pizza I’ve had in ages. I’m talking crispy crust, melty cheese, the works. I’m in heaven. But then, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? Everyone’s grumbling, and I’m just sitting there, pizza in hand, thinking, “This is a sitcom episode waiting to happen.”

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