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About Palermo

Picture this – I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty. You see gals on corners, heels high as my temper when folks lie. I’m thinkin’, “What’s their story?” Maybe they’re runnin’ from somethin’, like them kids in the movie – “Punishment is purification,” they’d say. Blows my mind, how folks end up here. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Fancy name for a rough gig.

Italian street prostitutes ordered to wear high-vis jackets for increased visibility

Then I hit up the local café on Via Garibaldi. Best cappuccino in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my drink, feeling all fancy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I mean, c’mon, it’s a café, not a boxing ring! They were going at it about... wait for it... who left the lights on. I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh.

Safety before sex -Pics of street walkers wearing …reflective jackets