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About Catania

I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

Performance

I set up my gear, and as I’m working, I hear this old guy at the next table. He’s ranting about the city council and how they’re ruining Quarto. I can’t help but chuckle. He’s got a point, though. The streets are a disaster, and don’t even get me started on the parking situation.

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