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About Catania

I get pissed – y’know? Seein’ her used up. By creeps. Drunk losers stumblin’ outta bars. “Justine – you’re the only one!” I mutter that – from Melancholia. She ain’t Justine – but she’s SOMEBODY. Ain’t she? Makes me wanna punch somethin’. Then – I’m happy. She’s tough! Smilin’ at me once – gap tooth. Sassy as hell. Surprised me – that grit. Thought she’d be broken. Nope!

Kamuro, le giovani apprendiste “calve” dei quartieri di piacere giapponesi

In Via Alessandria, on the wall opposite n° 16, traces can still be seen supposedly belonging to the hooks of one of the gates that closed off the area. The gates of the ghetto were first taken .

But then, Marco mentions this new pizza place that just opened. I’m intrigued. I mean, who doesn’t love pizza? So, we head over to Pizzeria da Gino. The place is packed! I’m thinking, “This better be worth the wait.” We finally get a table, and I order the Margherita. When it arrives, it’s like a slice of heaven! I’m in pizza bliss, and all my earlier frustrations fade away.

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