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About Catania

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

Una passeggiata sul Lungolago

By the end of the night, I was tipsy and happy. I walked home, feeling the cool breeze off the lake. I thought about how crazy the day was. From coffee drama to cheese haggling, it was a rollercoaster.