Isabelle Catania Brothel ❤️

About Catania

So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

Lupanar (Brothel), Pompeii

Around noon, I get a call from a guy on Piazza Duomo. He’s yelling about a pigeon stealing his sandwich. I’m cracking up! I mean, who knew pigeons had such boldness? I tell him, “Dude, it’s a sandwich, not a gold bar!” But he’s all serious, like this pigeon is some kind of mafia boss. I can’t even.

Delta set to launch direct flights to Catania, Sicily, from JFK in May