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About Palermo

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Makes my skin crawl, but here we go. Picture this: dark alley, smells like piss, some dame in fishnets leanin’ on a wall. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—that scene where Aldo Raine says, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business.” Except here, it’s me, in the “avoidin’ hookers business.” Hate it. Hate the neon lights flashin’—red, blue, screamin’ sex for sale. Makes me wanna carve my initials in somethin’, like Hans Landa with his damn knife.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under the awning of a little shop on Via Cavour. I’m standing there, shivering, when I see this couple laughing and dancing in the rain. I’m like, “What the heck?!” They’re living their best life while I’m over here looking like a drowned rat. But honestly, it’s kinda infectious. I can’t help but smile.

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