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About Palermo

Findin’ a prostitute’s like huntin’ a ghost—half the time, you’re chasin’ shadows. I’d be hummin’, “Please, don’t let me be misunderstood,” prayin’ I don’t end up in a pickle. Prolly exaggerate the danger in my head— “Dolly, you’ll be nabbed by cops!”—but really, it’s just me bein’ a drama queen.

So you want to book a sex worker?

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ pretty good. But then, I get a call. My sister’s in town, and she wants to meet up. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” But then I remember, she’s always late. So, I head to the park near the old church, Chiesa di San Vittore. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the sunset, and it’s beautiful. But I’m also thinkin’, “Where is she?”

Alvaro Morata forced to relocate due to a monumentally foolish act