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About Palermo

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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After that, I decide to hit up the market on Via Cavour. Fresh produce everywhere! I’m talkin’ fruits so ripe they practically glow. I grab some figs, ‘cause why not? But then, I see this old lady haggling like a pro. She’s got this fierce look, and I’m like, “Respect.” I try to chat with her, but she just glares at me. Okay, noted.

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