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About Catania

Oh, and the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume—hits ya like a truck. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Reminds me of life, y’know? Messy, raw, real. So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a freaky, wild ride. Next time yer out there, grin like me—maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—and soak it all in, ‘cause it’s a story worth tellin’.

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

Because if you so much as look at my sexy little ass, Julia, I will have yours locked the fuck up, you crazy bitch whore! [Dale pauses]; Dale Arbus: Ah, that.

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all good. Then BAM! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walking down Corso Umberto, and suddenly, this pigeon—like, the biggest pigeon I’ve ever seen—decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. I’m standing there, frozen, coffee in one hand, and I’m like, “Really, dude? Really?”

Germaine Greer: Wrestling with Diane Arbus