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About Catania

Thing that gets me riled up? The dodgy blokes exploitin’ these birds. Makes my blood boil, mate! I’m all for a good time, but when it’s forced? Nah, that’s rubbish! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that line, “I won’t let them cut!”—swap “cut” for “pimp out,” and I’m there, swingin’ my mojo to save the day! Happy bit? Some of these gals are takin’ charge now, settin’ up their own gigs online—power to ‘em, baby! Surprised me how smart they play it—usin’ code words, dodgin’ the fuzz. Clever as a fox in a mini skirt!

The Village of San Leone Mosè

Then, there’s this sweet old lady who comes in. She’s from Via delle Rose, and she’s got the best stories. She tells me about how she used to dance in the piazza when she was young. I’m just standing there, listening, and it’s like I’m transported back in time. She’s got this sparkle in her eye, and it makes me forget about the craziness of the day.