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About Palermo

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Annunci Monte Compatri

But then, I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me! I laughed it off, though. I mean, who doesn’t trip in Montecompatri? It’s part of the charm, right?

(PDF) The Map of Ancient Underground Aqueducts in Italy: updating of the Project, and future perspectives