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About Palermo

Happy? Nah, not really—kinda thrilled tho, sneaky vibe, like I’m in a film! Exaggeratin’ maybe, but picture this: me, Yoda-butcher, hagglin’ with a hooker, saber out, “Credits, you will take!” Hah, dumbass fantasy! Real talk—she smelled like cheap perfume, cigs, made me gag, but eyes? Tired, man, so tired. “Fight, we must,” I whisper, thinkin’ of the flick again—nobody’s fightin’ here, just survivin’.

Why “women in Sicily are more dangerous than shotguns” – a recap of my first Sicilian summer pt1

I stroll down Via Roma, dodgin’ tourists like it’s a game. They’re all snap, snap, snappin’ pics of the Duomo. I mean, I get it, it’s stunning, but c’mon, people! I’m just tryin’ to get to my garden.

Cefalu wins it for New Berlin Eisenhower