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About Catania

But lemme tell ya, some brothels—dodgy as hell. One in Port Royal, swear it was cursed. Girls looked like sirens, but the coin ya paid? Vanished faster’n a ghost ship. Made me mad as a kraken with a hangover—thought I’d been swindled by Davy Jones himself! “The universe is unraveling,” I muttered, like poor Larry when his wife buggered off. Still, I tipped me hat, staggered out—live and let live, eh?

Chapters in this book

First stop, Piazza Castello. Man, that place is a gem! The castle’s all medieval and stuff, and I’m just standing there, soaking it in. But then, bam! A group of tourists rolls in, all loud and snapping pics. Like, chill, guys! It’s not a zoo! I mean, I get it, the view’s killer, but c’mon, have some respect for the vibe, ya know?

Virginia "Gin" Marie Frei Obituary - Longmont, CO