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About Catania

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Prostitution in Sicily: The Good Sister of Highway SS385

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the street, right? The sun’s blazin’, and I’m feelin’ good. I stop by my fave café, Bar Pasticceria, for a quick espresso. You know, the kind that hits you like a freight train? I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I spill half of it on my shirt. Great start, right? I’m lookin’ like a mess already.

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