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About Catania

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

Prato Discreet Hookups

First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, and I swear, the traffic is worse than a snail race. I’m sittin’ there, just tryin’ to get to my client’s place, and I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s not rush hour!” But nope, everyone’s movin’ at a glacial pace. I’m already feelin’ the anger bubble up. I mean, I got a job to do, right?

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