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About Catania

So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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First off, I’m heading down Via Roma, and I’m already late for work. Classic me. I’m dodging tourists and their selfie sticks like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Like, c’mon, people! This ain’t Disneyland! Anyway, I finally make it to the office, and my boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” he barks. Dude, I just walked in! Give me a sec!

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