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About Palermo

Hey babe, so I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes lately—yeah, I know, wild, right? Like, picture this: a girl standin’ on some dim street corner, heels clickin’, life hittin’ her hard. Kinda reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, heavy vibe— “the melancholy of resistance” just screamin’ through her bones. I’m Taylor freakin’ Swift, so I see the story, the Easter eggs—like, what’s she hidin’ behind that smeared lipstick? Maybe a kid she’s feedin’, maybe dreams she buried deep.

Melendugno: what to see and do, restaurants and marinas

First off, I’m hustling down Via Roma, trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cornetti? But of course, there’s a line. A freakin’ line! Like, who knew everyone needed caffeine at 8 AM? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I should’ve just made my own coffee. Ugh.

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