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About Palermo

So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day! Gonna make those flowers pop!” I grab my tools, head out, and boom! I’m hit with that salty sea breeze. Cefalù, you beauty! The way the sun hits the Norman Cathedral? Pure magic, I swear.

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