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About Catania

So, I’m stalkin’ closer—slow, ominous, y’know? She’s got this look, like she knows I’m a Sith messin’ with fate. “What’s your price?” I rasp. She laughs—LAUGHS—at me! Pissed me off, like, who’s this nobody mockin’ Darth freakin’ Vader? But then she says, “50 credits, big guy.” Cheap! Surprised me—thought she’d rob me blind. “The air hums with silence,” movie line pops in my head—fit the moment perfect.

One surprise after another along the Arno, a stone's throw from Florence

So, I help him out, and he thanks me like I just saved his life or something. I mean, it’s just directions, right? But whatever, I’m feeling like a hero for a sec. Then I finally get to my office on Via Garibaldi. It’s a small place, but it’s cozy. My desk is a mess, papers everywhere. I’m talking tax forms, invoices, you name it.

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