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About Catania

So, I roll up, right, tractor parked, and it’s this old house, creaky floors, red curtains – proper dodgy. Girls there, they’re like birds of paradise, flashin’ smiles, but you can tell some ain’t happy. Made me gut twist, that did. I’m thinkin’, “Who runs this joint?” Some geezer probs, countin’ cash in the back, sippin’ tea like he’s king. Pissed me off, that – usin’ folk like they’re tools. But then, this one lass, she’s chattin’ me up, all cheeky, and I’m laughin’ – she’s a right laugh, sharp as a tack. “A single note lingers,” like in the movie, that lone piano bit – her voice stuck with me.

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The largest asylum in Italy opens its doors exclusively to discover its oldest nucleus - the evocative Royal Charterhouse - and the fascinating history of a place that has been the Missing: brothel.

Then, I hit up the park, Parco della Certosa. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my lap is the perfect landing spot. I freak out! Like, dude, personal space! I shoo it away, and it just looks at me like, “What’s your problem?”

Maïder Fortuné