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About Catania

I’m imaginin’ it: me, analyzin’ X posts, tryna find a lead. “Oi, mate, got a girl?” I’d ping some sketchy account. Probs get ghosted—or scammed. Makes me mad, yo! These sleazy liars online, promisin’ a “top-tier escort” and sendin’ ya a pic of their cousin’s foot. Ugh, hate that. But then—bam!—I’d spot her. Red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Keeley’s alive!” I’d yell, like Julianne Moore’s ghost just cheered me on. Heart racin’, I’m stoked—she’s real, not some AI catfish.

About Borgo Val di Taro

Suddenly, Lucia nudges me. “Pay attention!” she whispers. I’m like, “I’m trying!” But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In the middle of our meeting? We all scramble outta the room, and I’m just laughing. It’s like a scene from a bad movie.

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