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About Palermo

Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

Understanding the Madonna-Whore Complex

Someone who incessantly calls people, checks their phone for messages, and can't carry on any activity without simultaneously text-messaging. Right in the middle of our engrossing political .

I grab a quick coffee at this tiny café on Corso Garibaldi. The barista, Marco, he’s a legend. He knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Hey, Marco, gimme that magic potion!” He laughs, and I swear, his smile could light up the whole street. But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right?

Murder in Mondragone: A Case Unfolds