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About Catania

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

Sex In Rome

Sippin’ my coffee, I see this old guy feeding pigeons. I swear, they’re like his little army. He’s talking to them like they’re his best buds. I’m cracking up. Like, who talks to pigeons? But hey, it’s Fragagnano, anything goes, right?

Filomena Grottola