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About Palermo

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Prostitution

The goal of this collaborative project is to limit the opportunities Swedes have to abuse children in foreign countries.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s Marco, my buddy from the other side of town. He’s like, “Yo, I got a truck you can borrow.” I’m like, “Sweet! Where you at?” He tells me he’s at the bar on Via dei Cacciatori. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s 10 AM!” But hey, desperate times, right?

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