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About Catania

I reckon it’s simple, mates—supply, demand, savvy? Blokes want it, lasses got it, and coin keeps the world spinnin’ like a compass gone mad. “What we’re after now is the flesh fair!”—like them words from the movie, only it ain’t robots, it’s real folk sellin’ what they got. Surprised me once, hearin’ a tart in Tortuga say she made more in a night than I did lootin’ a merchant ship! Made me happy, too—good fer her, outsmartin’ the lot of us!

Benvenuto dal Comandante

So, I roll into Vimodrone, and it’s like, what’s up with all these buildings? I mean, I’m used to the smell of pine, not exhaust fumes. First thing I notice is Via Roma. It’s packed! Like, where are all these people coming from? I’m just trying to grab a coffee, and I’m dodging folks like I’m in some weird obstacle course.

Genoa, violent brawl and bottle blowing: Bar San Teodoro closed for 5 days