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About Catania

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Hole - Teenage Whore (live Tivoli theatre Canada 1991)

Anyway, I shake it off. I head over to Villa d’Este. If you haven’t been, you gotta go. The fountains? Epic. I’m walkin’ around, and I swear, I feel like a Roman emperor or somethin’. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one dude is tryin’ to take a selfie with a fountain. He slips and falls right in! I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you’re soaked!

Hotel Tivoli Kopke Porto Gaia