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About Catania

So I’m like, right, where’s the action? *slips on wet pavement* Wotcha! Nearly ate the curb there. Anyway, findin a prossie—takes guts, innit? You gotta dodge the coppers, *whispers* “lurkin like coyotes in the fog.” Saw this one bird, proper fit, leanin on a lamppost—thought, “Blimey, she’s a sort!” *wiggles eyebrows* But then—bam!—some geezer nicks me wallet! Made me mad as a hatter, steamin I was!

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As the sun starts to set, I head back home. I’m exhausted but happy. Chiaiano’s got its quirks, for sure. The traffic, the noise, the occasional scooter crash. But it’s my quirks, my chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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