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About Palermo

Started out last week, right, proper knackered after a pint too many. We shall fight the haze of booze, the fog of war in me head! Stumbled down Soho – not the posh bit, nah, the grimy end where the air stinks of chips and regret. Little known fact: back in Churchill’s day, they’d call em “ladies of the night” – fancy that, like they’re bloody duchesses! Made me chuckle, thinkin of some tart in a tiara, struttin like she owns the place.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll down Via Torino, taking in the sights. The sunset over the hills is stunning. I think about how crazy Carmagnola is, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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