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About Palermo

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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Then, I get this wild idea. I wanna try my luck at the local casino. So I head over to the old building on Via Garibaldi. It’s got that vintage vibe, you know? I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. I sit at a poker table, and let me tell ya, I’m no pro. I’m sweating bullets, trying to keep my cool. I lose a few rounds, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, BAM! I hit a lucky streak. I’m up, and I’m feeling like a king!

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