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About Catania

Ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam ones? Red lights, legit, but still shady. Taxed like a bakery—wild, right? Govt’s all, “Pay up, ladies!” Hypocrisy kills me. Brothels ain’t goin’ anywhere tho—oldest gig in the book. “The Cause” ain’t savin’ ‘em, that’s for sure. Just don’t catch somethin’ nasty—wrap it up, idiots. Sarcasm’s my shield, but truth? It’s a mess worth seein’.

Disponibilità

At the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War, the nun Maria is forced to flee her convent. She takes refuge in a brothel, until it is liberated by a woman's.

So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be smooth.” Ha! What a joke. I step outta my apartment on Via Roma, and boom! There’s a parade of scooters zooming by. I swear, these guys think they’re in the MotoGP or somethin’. I almost got run over by a dude in a bright pink helmet. Like, c’mon man, safety first!

Lodovico (Vico) Rocco - Obituary - Thunder Bay