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About Palermo

So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

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Then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour! I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a café, and it’s packed. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this old lady offers me her umbrella. I’m like, “Wow, Lecce people are the best!”

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