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About Palermo

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

Cobolli trionfa a Bucarest, Darderi Re a Marrakech

As I rode, the road turned north, climbing gently, and the pumping got harder. The sweat started to run. Then I passed the local brothel, on the edge of town.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss again. “Where are those results?” I’m like, “Chill, man! I’m in Agrigento!” But he’s not having it. I’m getting angrier by the minute. I mean, can’t a person enjoy some gelato without work stress?

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