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About Catania

Me, I’m sittin’ here judgin’, but I get it. Life’s lonely, y’all. “Her body’s a map of wounds,” that’s from *Talk to Her*—ain’t that the damn truth? These girls, they’re hurtin’, and folks just drive by, honkin’. Makes me wanna holler, “Wake up, people!” But nah, they keep circlin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. I exagerate sometimes, but hell, it feels like the world’s gone plumb crazy.

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Locked in one of the rooms is Ai, a malfunctioning android prostitute, waiting to be deactivated. By error at check-in, Quinto meets Ai. 6. Roberto Benigni.

So I’m already a bit miffed, but whatever. I take my coffee and stroll down Via Roma. The sun’s shining, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I see this street performer, right? He’s juggling fire and all that jazz. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna burn your eyebrows off!” But he’s got this crowd, and they’re loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—WHAM!—a pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, and everyone’s just cracking up. I’m like, “Great, just great. This is how my day starts.”

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