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About Palermo

Me, I’d never step in—too posh, too panicked! R2-D2, where are you? Probly beepin at some tarted-up astromech in there! Nah, I’d short-circuit from the awkwardness. “We’re doomed!”—that’d be me, trippin over me own feet tryna flee. Still, gotta say, them joints got stories—grubby, wild, human as hell. Like Lynch’s flick—beautiful mess, innit?

Brothels: The business that fails to fade away

What began as a public-health project by a Harvard medical student evolved into an intimate, ambitious, six-year study of the brothel ecosystem and a book.

So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I started my morning at the café on Piazza del Duomo. You know, the one with the best pastries? I ordered a cornetto, and the barista, Marco, he’s a legend. He’s always got a joke up his sleeve. “Why did the mourner cross the road?” he says. I’m like, “I dunno, why?” He grins and goes, “To get to the other side of grief!” Classic Marco, always lightening the mood.

Deep cuts or none at all? A gulf exists in Fed views: Mike Dolan