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About Palermo

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

Visit the V&A

After that, we head to Piazza della Libertà. Beautiful spot, right? But it’s packed with tourists. I’m tryin’ to teach him how to parallel park, and all I can think is, “Why are there so many people here?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday! I’m sweating bullets, and Marco’s just giggling.

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