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About Catania

Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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I finally get to the grill spot, and it’s packed. Everyone’s there, laughing, eating, and I’m just trying to set up my charcoal. But then, I realize I forgot the lighter! Ugh! I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing around like a madman, and then, guess who shows up? That old dude from the market! He’s got a lighter! I’m like, “Dude, you’re my savior!”

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