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About Palermo

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

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But then, I saw this street performer. He was playing the accordion, and it was magical. I couldn’t help but smile. I mean, who knew a rainy day could turn into a mini concert? I tossed him a couple of euros. He winked at me. I felt like a rockstar for a second.

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