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About Catania

Sometimes I wonder—why judge ‘em? Galaxy’s full of scum—politicians, Sith lords, worse than any hooker. Prozzie’s just tryna eat, man. “The show must go on,” Satine’d say—damn right. Hustle’s hustle. Ever hear bout the Victorian “fallen women”? Docs say half starved, half got syphilis—nasty shit. Surprised me—thought they’d at least get paid decent. Nope, screwed over, literally.

In Evidenza

French Jerome Pianezza, defender of lawyer Emmanuel Riglaire, arrives at the courthouse in Lille, northern France, on February

A few hours in, I get a message from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s grab a drink later at Bar Centrale.” I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I need a break. But then, my computer crashes. Just shuts down. I’m staring at the screen like it’s possessed. I’m about to lose my mind. I mean, come on!

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