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About Catania

So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

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But then, I see this old lady sitting on a bench. She’s got this huge smile, and she’s feeding pigeons. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who feeds pigeons in 2023? But she’s living her best life, and I’m here grumbling about my shoes. So, I sit next to her, and we start chatting. Her name’s Maria, and she’s lived in Cornuda her whole life. She tells me about the old days, how the streets used to be empty, and now it’s all hustle and bustle. I’m like, “Wow, Maria, you’re a legend!”

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