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About Palermo

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, man. Like, back in ’03—same year as the movie—there was this gal, Cherry, near the ol’ ribbit pond. She’d wink at ya, sayin’, “Maybe we’re not lost anymore,” all smooth-like. I was like, whoa, she’s quotin’ Sofia Coppola at me? Made me hoppy, I tell ya! But then—bam!—some jerk cop rolls up. Pissed me off big time. I’m like, “C’mon, lemme have my moment!”

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the park, Parco della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, right? Trees, benches, the whole vibe. I sit down, take a sip, and BAM! A pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing pad. Like, seriously? I’m not a bird perch! I’m flailing, trying to shoo it away, and people are staring. Great, just great.

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