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About Palermo

So, I’m hobblin’ down this alley, thinkin’ about Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’, broody, hot as hell—and I spot her. She’s leanin’ on a wall, all “I’m not a junkie” vibes. Lies. I ask, “How much?” She smirks, “Depends what you want, grandpa.” Grandpa?! That pissed me off—wanted to shove my cane where the sun don’t shine. But I laugh, ‘cause it’s funny, her thinkin’ she’s got the upper hand. “Let’s adopt a three-strike rule,” I say, quotin’ Royal, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ time on bullshit.

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Finally, I’m done with the city madness. I head back to the woods. The trees are my therapy. I’m walking through the pines, and it’s peaceful. But then, I hear this weird noise. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, it’s just a couple of wild boars. They’re munching on some acorns, totally unfazed by my presence. I’m like, “You guys are living the dream.”

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