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About Palermo

So, I’m thinkin’—man, these places got stories. Like, in Nevada—only spot in the U.S. where it’s legit—there’s this joint, the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since ‘53, and get this: they got a gal who worked there, wrote a dang book! Air Force Amy, they call her—wild, huh? Used to be a military gal, then bam, she’s pullin’ in six figures slingin’—well, y’know. Made me happy as a pig in mud, hearin’ that—she took life by the horns! But then, folks, I got mad—real mad—thinkin’ ‘bout them girls who ain’t there by choice. Trafficking’s a devil’s game, lemme tell ya.

If someone is visiting Terlizzi for the first time, what do you recommend they see or do?

Man, what a day! I woke up in Terlizzi, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit up the local café on Via Dante. You know, the one with the best cappuccino? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual, and the barista, Marco, was like, “Hey, you’re late today!” Late? I’m never late! I mean, who even keeps track of time in a place like this?

Pamela M. (Koniak) Terlizzi Obituary January 23, 2015