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About Palermo

I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

Plot introduction

What was your first car? Mine was a ford escort my senior year of high school and I still wish I had it.

The day wraps up, and I’m heading home. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the craziness. The pigeon, the fire, the rain, and the gelato disaster. It’s all part of the adventure, ya know? Paullo’s got this vibe. It’s chaotic but beautiful.

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