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About Catania

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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The day wraps up with me heading back home, feeling all sorts of emotions. I’m happy, I’m annoyed, I’m inspired. Sedriano, man. It’s a wild ride. I love this place, even with its quirks. It’s like a game itself, full of unexpected twists and turns.

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