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About Palermo

Sometimes I wonder—prostitutes see it all, man. The drunks, the loners, the weirdos. Like that movie line, “Everything’s falling apart.” They’re in the mess, holdin’ it together! Makes me kinda sad, but—hell—they’re tough! Tougher than me when the bar runs outta Duff! Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d suck at that job—too clumsy, probly fall on the client! Ha!

As the sun sets, the park lights up, and there’s music. People are dancing, and I’m thinking, “This is what life’s about.” I even join in, dancing like a fool. Who cares, right?

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan