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About Catania

Sometimes I wonder, Clarice… they’re artists, ain’t they? Playin a role, servin up fantasies. Ever think bout that? Takes guts, sellin what they sell. Surprised me once, this chick on X posted a vid – dancin, free as fuck, ownin it. Made me wanna cheer, like “Hell yea, girl!” But then, ugh, the trolls came – nasty, small-minded pricks. “The world’s gone,” like Sheriff Bell’d say, shakin his head.

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m strutting down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, really? I’m not a statue! I’m not even wearing white! Ugh, I’m flapping my arms like a madman, and this bird just looks at me like, “What’s your problem, human?”

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