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About Palermo

But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ya gotta know the code. In old Venice, they’d wear yellow scarves—stand out like a sore thumb. I’d wink, say, “Fancy a tumble?”—all charm, no fuss. Some blokes get all shy, but me? I swagger in, “I drink and I know things,” and they’re hooked. Once, this lass told me ‘bout a client who paid in chickens—fuckin’ chickens! Laughed ‘til I choked.

History of migration

Nicastro Whore Italy, Role Play and Fantasy, Dirtytalk, Kissing if good chemistry, Dirtytalk.

Anyway, I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. I’m talking sardines in a can packed. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I grab some local goodies—cannoli, fresh fish, you know, the usual. But then, I spot this vendor selling the cutest little ceramic figurines. I’m like, “I need these for my display!” But the guy? He’s like, “No discounts, my friend.” I’m like, “C’mon, man! I’m a local!” But he just shrugs. Rude, right?

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