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About Palermo

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just luck. It’s grit, it’s guts, it’s knowin’ the streets. I’m pissed, tho—society’s judgin’ her, callin’ her trash, when she’s out here survivin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!” She’s no villain, man—she’s a freakin’ warrior. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies—droppin’ intel while droppin’—well, you get it. Wild, right?

Prostitute

So, I jump up and try to help. I’m climbing this tree like I’m some kind of superhero. I finally get the kite down, and the kid’s face lights up. It’s like I just saved the world. I’m feeling like a rockstar, but then I realize I’m covered in tomato juice and tree sap.

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