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About Catania

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

In Evidenza

As I head home, I can’t help but think about how crazy today was. From pigeon attacks to pizza disasters, it was a rollercoaster. But that’s Lanciano for you. It’s full of surprises, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Carol Lynne Toler