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About Catania

Favorite quirk? They’re sarcastic as hell. Met one once—called herself “Dr. Feelgood,” laughed in my face when I asked her real name. “What’s truth anyway, limp-dick?” she said. Loved that. Reminded me of Polley’s line—“Memory’s a son of a bitch.” Prostitutes know that—past’s just a prop for the next trick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’, and I ain’t dead yet. So, yeah, prostitutes—dirty, funny, real. Everybody lies, but they’re honest about it. How’s that for a kick in the nuts?

About Parisian Fields

This exceptional painting is in a church which is locally know as the church of the prostitutes. The painting is titled Madonna of Loreto.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, gelato in hand, and I’m like, “This is just my luck.” We duck into a nearby shop, and it’s this cute little boutique. I’m browsing, and I see this ridiculous hat. I put it on, and Luca starts cracking up. I look like a total goofball, but I’m owning it.

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