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About Palermo

So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

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Then, I bumped into my buddy Marco. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he told me he saw a cat chase a pigeon down Via Cavour. Like, seriously? A cat? Chasing a pigeon? I laughed so hard, I almost spilled my coffee. Roccapiemonte is full of these random moments.

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