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About Palermo

I ain’t judgin tho—hell, I’d hire em to move crates if they wanted! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’m half serious, they’re tough as nails. One time, this prossie—Lola, she said—told me she dodged a cop by hidin in a cargo bay. Smart cookie! Made me happy, hearin her outsmart the fuzz. I’m yellin in my head, “You go, girl!”—total Marilyn moment, breathless and all.

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So, I head over to Via della Libertà to grab some tinted glass. On the way, I pass by the park. Man, Albignasego’s parks are the best. Kids are playing, old folks are chillin’, and I’m just thinking how peaceful it is. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over his skateboard. I go down hard. Like, faceplant hard. I’m lying there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the town’s clumsy glazier.”

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