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About Palermo

Me, tho? I respect the hustle. Takes guts, man, standin’ out there. Cold nights, sketchy dudes, still smilin’. Reminds me of Dory, “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills!” - they keep goin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but damn, it’s realer than most jabronis admit. Ever think bout that? Prolly not, too busy judgin’. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” fam - check yourself ‘fore you wreck yourself.

Dove volano le ‘lucciole’

This one is a little different from my usual offerings. It is a shell puller sportsman's knife made in the cutlery center of Italy, Maniago.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for my morning coffee. Best spot, no doubt. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. But today? He spills my cappuccino all over the counter. Like, dude, what’s the deal? I’m standing there, half-awake, and my caffeine fix is a total disaster. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I need this!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, but still!

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