Rebecca Cesano Whore ❤️

About Catania

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

Exhibitions and events

I end my day at a little bar on Via dei Fiori. I grab a drink, and the bartender’s this cool dude. We start chatting, and he tells me about the history of Cesano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! I’m like, “Whoa, that’s ancient!” He laughs and says, “Yeah, but we still can’t figure out how to park!”

From Polymer to Magnetic Porous Carbon Spheres: Combined Microscopy, Spectroscopy, and Porosity Studies