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About Palermo

I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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My favorite topics and episodes are the ancient Greek schools, especially the skeptics, the philosophy of sight and how that changed over time.

Then I stroll down to Piazza Maggiore. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, tourists snapping pics of the Duomo. I’m just vibing, soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!” But he just giggles and keeps running. Kids these days, right?

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