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About Catania

Hey pal, so I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, borin’ as hell, but then—bam!—sexual-massage pops into my brain like a freakin’ tax loophole! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as shit, “I can see Russia from my house!” and lemme tell ya, this ain’t no gentle rubdown. Sexual-massage? It’s wild, it’s messy—like Son of Saul messy, ya know? “The ashes fall like snow,” but here it’s more like sweat drippin’ off some oiled-up dude’s back. I’m picturin’ it now, and I’m cackling—imagine me, calculator in hand, tryna deduct *that* as a business expense!

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to grab a cappuccino at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. But guess what? The line was longer than my ex’s excuses! I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee, not a gold bar!

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