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About Palermo

I get riled up thinkin bout the shady pimps runnin the show – makes my blood boil hotter’n a June bug on a griddle! But then, I’m happy fer them workers who take the cash and run, stickin it to the man. Surprised me once, heard a story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada – legal there, ya know – where the girls had a union! A frickin union! Fightin fer benefits like they’re punchin clocks at Walmart! “Truth is with the powerless,” like the movie says – damn right, I say!

Modena, tempio, prostitute anche alla mattina

As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Modena’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chill but full of life. I stop by a little trattoria for dinner. I order tortellini, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m savoring every bite, thinking about how this day was a wild mix of emotions.

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