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About Palermo

Me, I’d be rubbish at that gig – too soft, too much of a people pleaser. “Can’t say no to a client, Dave?” I’d be bankrupt in a week, haha! But serious, it’s mad respect from me. Whores deal with the worst blokes – sleazy, loud, thinkin’ they’re God’s gift. Makes me angry, that – why treat ‘em like dirt? “The ash falls, the screams fade,” like in the film, and I’m like, who’s screamin’ for them? No one, mate, no one.

Hookups in Napoli

I woke up late, of course. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my shirt, and bolted outta my apartment on Via Roma. I mean, who needs breakfast when you got the whole city waiting for ya? I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, the vibe was electric. The sun was shining, but it was that kinda heat that makes you feel like you’re melting.

Police Crackdown on Frattamaggiore's Nightlife