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About Catania

Real talk, whores got stories, fam. Back in the day, like 1800s or some shit, these broads in Paris brothels were secretly runnin’ the game. Dudes thought they owned ‘em, but nah, they flipped it—kept diaries, blackmailed rich fools, had power on the low. Ain’t that slick? Sneaky as hell, got me grinnin’ like, “Fo’ shizzle, that’s gangsta!”

In evidenza

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Man, the sun was blazing! I’m talkin’ like, “Where’s my sunscreen?” hot. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café, Caffè Centrale. I mean, who can resist a cappuccino, right? So, I pop in, and guess what? They’re outta my fave pastry! Like, seriously? How do you run out of cornetti? Ugh!

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