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About Catania

Me, I’d rather climb than deal with her nonsense. But – hiss – she’s part o’ the mountain now, like the wind or the scree. “What’s my name?” she’d tease, like in “Holy Motors,” and I’d just growl, “Trouble, that’s what!” Funny, though – she’s got guts, facin’ storms and lonely nights. Respect that, I does, even if she’s a pain in me bony arse. What d’ya reckon, eh? She’s a wild one, prostitute is! Hiss!

Ritratti di donna e toponomastica

After that, I needed a break. I found a bench near the park, Parco della Martesana. Sat down, took a deep breath, and just watched the world go by. Kids were playing, dogs were barking, and I was finally starting to relax. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decided my shoulder was a good landing spot. I freaked out! Like, “Get off me, dude!”

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