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About Catania

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Feb 26,  · Il suo libro attraverso la protagonista Beatrice Pascal, parla di relazioni tossiche che avvelenano le esistenze, di violenza che si nasconde nelle pieghe più sottili delle .

So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! I hear this commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Muggio? I thought parades were for big cities. But nah, here we are, people dancing, music blasting, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. Turns out, it’s some local festival. I’m all in, man! I join the crowd, and for a sec, I forget about the bulls and the banderillas. Just vibin’.

Jacopo Zenga, son of art "In Muggiò like his grandfather"