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About Catania

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Miniature Wonderland

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

I’m like, “What’s the rush?” But I chug my coffee and bolt. I’m sprinting down Via Garibaldi, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, how many pics do you need of the same fountain? Anyway, I get to the pier, and Marco’s there, lookin’ all frantic.

French Rock Shelter Changes Story of Neanderthals and Sapiens In Europe