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About Palermo

Me, I tink it’s wild how folks judge it. “Oh no, so dirty!” But half da world’s sneakin’ dere anyway, ya? Hypocrites! Makes me chuckle, like, “Look at you, Mr. Holy, wit’ lipstick on collar!” I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some gals stuck dere, trapped, dat’s da dark shit. Breaks my heart, ya? But others? Bossin’ it, makin’ bank, livin’ free. “I’m alive,” like Adèle says, breathin’ hard after—ya know. Dat’s da brothel life, raw and kickin’.

Then, I hear this commotion. A parade? I rush over to Piazza della Repubblica. And wow, it’s a whole thing! People in costumes, music, confetti everywhere. I’m laughing, dancing, just soaking it all in. It’s like the city’s heartbeat, ya know?

Room for Dessert, Vol. 3: Savio Volpe’s Blueberry Black Currant Tart