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About Palermo

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

Benvenuti su 4 Miglia

After a while, the lights flicker back on. Thank goodness! I finish the report, send it off, and feel like a champ. But wait, there’s more! I decide to treat myself to some gelato. I head to my favorite spot on Via della Libertà. The line is insane, but I’m patient. I mean, it’s gelato, right?