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About Catania

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

Geografia fisica

Finally, I wrap up my day. I’m exhausted, but I feel good. I head to my favorite pizzeria on Via Garibaldi. You know the one with the wood-fired oven? I order a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, thinking about the day.

Producer shares story of ‘family saint’ with new generation of Catholics