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About Catania

So, check it—prostitution’s old as dirt. Like, ancient Rome had brothels marked with dick carvings on walls—true story, google that shit. Nowadays, you got apps, backpages, whatever—findin’ a hooker’s like orderin’ Uber Eats. But me? I’m thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Is it sketchy? Hella sketchy! You roll up, heart poundin’, like, “Is this a cop? A sting?” Paranoia kicks in, Haneke-style—“What’s behind the door?” That’s the thrill, tho—chaos, baby!

8 Sicilian Secrets, Stereotypes and Missteps from The White Lotus S. 2

A recap of our first Sicilian summer and the adventures that unfolded while travelling through Palermo, Catania, Cefalu, Syracuse, Taormina and Trapani.

But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk,” he says. My heart drops. What now? I’m thinkin’ I’m in trouble for somethin’. Turns out, he wants me to take care of a garden at this fancy villa up on Via delle Vigne. I’m like, “Sweet! I’m in!”

If their shop smells like Travis Kelce at Christmas, these candle chemists called the right play