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About Catania

Lemme paint ya a picture, darlin’! Imagine this rickety ol’ house, red curtains flappin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Gals in frilly getups, laughin’ loud to hide the tired in their eyes. I heard tell of one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. They say the owner, fella named Dennis Hof, treated it like a dang circus! Had a gal there once who’d knit socks between “appointments”—talk about multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout her clickin’ them needles while some cowboy’s boots hit the floor. “Your time is up,” she’d holler, wavin’ a half-done sock—hilarious!

Background

They are able to treat the lives of prostitutes and other brothel personnel in as much detail as the brothels themselves, which this book could never do.

Next, I’m on a roll, right? Then BAM! The phone rings again. It’s a guy from Piazza della Libertà. He’s lost his wallet. I’m like, “Dude, retrace your steps!” But he’s all, “I was at the bar, then the gelato shop.” I’m thinking, “Priorities, man! Gelato first, wallet second!” But hey, I get it. Segni’s gelato is life.

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