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About Catania

Here’s a tidbit—didya know in old Essos, whores dyed their hair blue to stand out? True shit! Bet they’d glow in them Brazilian slums too. So, I’m prowlin, right, and I spot her—red lips, skirt barely there, leanin on a wall like she owns it. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, and she smirks—*smirks!*—“More’n you got, shortarse.” Cheeky bitch! Had me ragin but also—respect. She’s no “Knockout Ned” waitin to die—she’s runnin her own game.

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Next, I head to the market at Piazza della Libertà. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries. I’m starving, so I grab a slice of pizza from that stand. Best pizza ever! I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, knocks my slice right outta my hand. I’m like, “Noooo!” But the kid just laughs and keeps running. I’m left there, pizza-less and sad.

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