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About Catania

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Exploring Brixen – Bressanone: South Tyrol’s Charming Episcopal City in the Dolomites

So, I finally get to the office, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people running around like headless chickens. I sit down, and my computer decides to play dead. Seriously? I’m like, “C’mon, not today!” I could feel the anger bubbling up.

MoDusArchitects adds sculptural entry portals to the Bressanone-Varna Ring Road in Italy