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About Catania

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, neon buzzin’ like a damn fly tryna escape. Worked near one once, total dump, smelled like cheap booze n’ regret. Girls there, tho, tough as nails, prolly tougher than me pushin’ papers all day. Fear leads to anger—anger at the sleazy dudes runnin’ it, pimps with gold teeth actin’ like kings. Made me mad as hell, seein’ ‘em strut while the workers got nothin’. Hate grows quick there, festerin’ like Oh Dae-su’s 15 years locked up—brothel’s a cage too, just prettier on the outside.

Bastia umbra

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I sprinted down Via Roma, dodging tourists and locals alike. Seriously, why do people walk so slow? I almost tripped over some guy taking a selfie in front of the Basilica di Santa Maria degli Angeli. Like, dude, it’s a church, not a runway!

Security Decree, Government green light. Meloni: "necessary rules for those who defend us"