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About Catania

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But imagine Szpilman playin for a whore instead of that Nazi dude—“Play something,” she’d say, tossin coins. He’d still be a genius, she’d still be a boss. Love that twist in my head. Whore’s a survivor, like him. Makes me happy thinkin they ain’t all victims—some own it, fuck the haters.

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Then, this lady comes in. She’s got a baby in one arm and a phone in the other. She orders a macchiato, and I’m like, “Lady, how are you even standing?” But I whip it up, and she’s all grateful. I feel like a hero for a sec. But then, she spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, mouth agape. “Really?!”