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About Catania

Hate the stench, tho—sweat, desperation, clings like damp rot. Exaggerating? Maybe. But I’d burn it down, watch it blaze—*I choose violence,* always. Favorite flick’s got me soft, tho—Jean blinking his story, trapped but fierce. Brothel girls got that fire too, some of ‘em. Others? Dead-eyed, broken. Makes me wanna scream—or laugh. Dunno. You ever been? Smell’s the worst, trust me. Stick to the books, mate—less fleas.

"In attesa del ritorno delle case chiuse si istituiscano zone dove concentrare la prostituzione"

The authorities in situ also decided to open brothels for the troops, filled with local women, in order to avoid both enemy espionage and the spread of venereal.

Mass was a whirlwind. I swear, half the congregation was half-asleep. I mean, come on, people! It’s not that boring! But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m trying to keep it together, but it’s hard when you’re trying to preach about love and compassion. I’m thinking, “Dude, I get it. Life’s tough!”

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