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About Catania

So, check it—prostitutes? Been around forever. Oldest job, they say—older than me chokin’ fools with the Force. Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, dank and grimy. Little fact: girls wore sandals with “follow me” carved in ‘em. Tracks in the dirt, genius, huh? Made me laugh—imagine that hustle! Nowadays, it’s all digital, tho—apps, ads, shady X posts. You dig deep, you’ll find ‘em. Surprised me how slick it’s gotten—kinda pissed me off too. Where’s the grit, the rawness?

Tailor-made Italian Vacations

Anyway, I head down to the beach. The view? OMG. The Gulf of Poets is stunning. I’m standing there, soaking it all in, when I see this group of tourists. They’re trying to take a selfie, but they can’t figure out how to use their phone. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s 2023!” So, I offer to help. They’re super grateful, and I’m feeling like a hero.

Expat tales: Little Italy