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About Catania

Sometimes I see her, I’m happy—she’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, all that shit. Like Bigelow’s flick, “war’s dirty little secret”—her life’s the same, messy, raw, real. But it burns me up, too! Why’s she gotta sell herself short? Makes me wanna grab her, shake her, say, “Get outta this, you’re better’n this!” But nah, she’d probably shank me. Hah! Tough broad.

The Beaches of Sciacca

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So, I’m out there, wrestling with this tire. I’m sweating buckets, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna lose my mind. Then, outta nowhere, this old guy, Signor Giuseppe, shows up. He’s like the local legend. Always has a story. He starts rambling about the old days in Sciacca, how they used to fish off the coast, and I’m just nodding, half-listening. But then he says, “You know, kid, patience is a virtue.” I’m like, “Yeah, but I need to get this tire fixed, not meditate!”

Meet Nicole Sciacca