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About Catania

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

In Evidenza

First off, I head down Via Roma. You know, the main street where all the shops are? I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this dude selling gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato, right? So, I grab a cone—pistachio, my fave—and BAM! A pigeon swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off. I’m like, “Dude, that’s my breakfast!”

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