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About Catania

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s it like inside their heads? Like Marco cryin’ over Alicia, “Tears are a gift,” he says. Maybe these girls got stories, locked up tight. Gets me all sappy, damn it! But then—boom—next client, next show, no time for sobbin’. Gotta respect that grind, man. Tho, gotta say, the smell? Stale beer and cheap perfume—yikes, gag me!

Semilampo della Repubblica

My rules were clear: we speak English in England and Italian in Italy, and we never mix the two. But my mum and aunts never got the memo.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone rings. It’s the diva owner. She’s freakin’ out about the price. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a hot market! You gotta be realistic!” But she’s not havin’ it. I can feel my blood boilin’. I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to help you here!

Dog Is Welcomed At Church Where His Human Companion Was Memorialized