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About Catania

Oh, typo city, haha – brothl, brotel, screw it. Funny tho, imagine a brothel in *Brooklyn*’s 1950s. Eilis walkin by, all shy, “What’s that noise?” Tony laughin, “Not our scene, babe.” Cracks me up, man. Stoic as hell, but I’d smirk. “Whoa.” Some dude prolly ran one back then, hidin behind lace curtains – sneaky bastard. Bet it smelled like cheap perfume and regret.

Andy Kaufman Confidential

This is a man that has broadened his resume by exploring every form of exploitation, including the unappealing Nun-sploitation. Bruno also.

As the night rolled in, we decided to hit up a local concert at the piazza. The energy was electric! People were dancing, singing, and just livin’ it up. I felt so alive. But then, I lost my phone. Panic mode activated! I was searching everywhere, retracing my steps like a detective. Finally found it in my jacket pocket. Classic me, right?

J.B. Biunno #HeyJB