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About Catania

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute—yeah, I said it! “I can see Russia from my house!”—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, like somethin’ outta *Fish Tank*. You ever see that flick? Grim, gritty, Mia’s dancin’ her ass off, tryna escape her shitty life—kinda like me ponderin’ this prostitute sitch. I’m no actuary crunchin’ numbers, but I’m calculatin’ risks here, fam!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I wake up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally betrayed me. I jump outta bed, throw on whatever I can find. I’m talkin’ mismatched socks and a shirt that’s probably older than my dog. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and boom! The sun hits me like a slap. I’m squinting like a vampire in daylight.

Fatal Encounter at Mondragone Gas Station