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About Catania

Lemme break it down, fam - findin’ a hooker’s tricky biz. You gotta know the spots, the signs, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, some cats used secret codes - like a red light in a window meant “open for bizness.” Ain’t that wild? Little known fact - in old Japan, Geishas weren’t even prostitutes, nah, they were artists, but folks still got confused. Pisses me off when people mix that up! I’m yellin’, “Get it straight, fool!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This city got secrets. Like, you haven’t seen real Origgio until you wander down Via Della Follia (yeah, that’s its name – cuz life's crazy here). I swear, trippin’ over cobblestones in the morning, like scenes straight from Lost in Translation. “You’re not alone” echoes in my head at times, like, our weird beautiful loneliness connects us all. I mean, it’s all a beautiful, random mess.

Man, best friend and wife gunned down in early morning attack