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About Catania

So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

Obliteration and Rebirth – An Interview with OPIUM GRAVE

So, I’m in the lab, trying to focus on my research about enzyme kinetics. Sounds fancy, huh? But honestly, it’s just me mixing stuff and hoping it doesn’t explode. I was so into it, I didn’t even notice when my lab partner, Luca, snuck up behind me with a water balloon. Yeah, you guessed it. SPLASH! I was soaked. Thanks, Luca. Real mature.

Samuel Fosso Biography