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About Catania

So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

Elite Charme Cuneo

I jump down, and it’s like flying. I land right next to the fire, and it’s wild. I’m spraying water like a madman, and I can feel the heat on my face. It’s intense! I’m shouting orders, trying to keep everyone calm. “Get the hoses! We need more water!”

Detroit Baseball Dinner 2020