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About Palermo

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Edits and Comments

Setlist · Mater Tenebrarum · At the Mountains of Madness · The Flag of the Inverted Cross · The Whore of Salem · Forever Slaves · Master of Morphine · The Creature.

So, I wrapped up my day, feeling all sorts of emotions. Codroipo, you’re a wild ride. From pigeon poop to homemade gnocchi, you keep me on my toes. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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