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About Catania

Picture this: old-school bordellos, like in Nevada, legal and loud. Dudes rollin’ in, cash in hand, girls struttin’ like they own the joint. I dig that hustle—takes guts. Reminds me of Mia dancin’, fightin’ for somethin’ better. “You’re a big girl now,” her mom spits in the film, and these workers? They’re big girls too, runnin’ their game. Makes me happy, seein’ folks takin’ charge, but damn, it pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Hypocrites everywhere, man!

Why is it called Melendugno?

Half way between Brindisi and Otranto, along the beautiful Adriatic coast of Salento, is where one will find Melendugno, a cultural chest which preserves precious treasures in its www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

We grab some gelato from that little shop on Via G. Marconi. I go for pistachio, she goes for stracciatella. We sit on the steps, and I’m trying to cheer her up. “You know what? Life’s too short for bad vibes!” But she’s not having it.

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