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About Palermo

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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While Irje wasn't the lowest whore in the house, she wasn't one of the prized Companion prostitutes either. The ones who could pick their.

I finally find the tourist. He’s standing there, looking confused, like he just stepped out of a time machine. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Volterra! Just follow the walls!” He laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously. They’re right there!” I guide him back, and he’s all grateful. I’m like, “Just don’t get lost again, okay?”

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