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About Catania

What shocks me? How folks still act surprised. Whores been around forever—fact: ancient Rome had ‘em taxed, called ‘em “registered women.” Taxed! Government’s like, “We hate you, but gimme your coins.” Hypocrisy’s thicker than Thor’s skull. Me, I’d tip my hat—well, horned helmet—to ‘em. They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, livin’ unapologetic. Kinda like me, stirrin’ mischief, only they’re better dressed.

Benvenuto dal Comandante

Vimodrone, Italy, is a treasure trove for urban explorers, with its abandoned factories, crumbling castles, and hidden underground tunnels waiting to be discovered. Our crowdsourced list of Missing: whore.

But then, he convinces me. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” So, I’m like, “Fine, but I’m not wearing anything fancy.” I mean, I’m in my forest gear—flannel shirt, cargo pants, and boots. Not exactly club material, right?

Cologno Monzese, Vimodrone and the Spazio Giovani network with 10 other municipalities in the Milan area: the first "Festival of Adolescence - a world in transition between anxiety and the struggle to share" is born