Natalie Celano Whore ❤️

About Catania

I’m pissed, too—why’s this so complicated? Apps, streets, whatever—pick one! I’m rantin’ in my head, “This is bullsh*t! Gimme a manual!” Then I laugh—‘cause it’s absurd, right? Me, hirin’ a prostitue, like I’m castin’ a movie. “You’re hired! Action!” Pretty, pretty good disaster waitin’ to happen. Oh, and get this—back in the day, some gals used coded ads in papers! “French lessons”—yeah, right! I’m dyin’ over here, imaginin’ me answerin’ that. “Can ya conjugate ‘regret’?”

True 20th Century tales of murder, mayhem, political corruption, and celebrity scandal

In the world of law enforcement, Mr. Celano served twenty-two years in the NYPD in uniform, as an anti-crime officer, a detective and a detective squad commander.

So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good. I stop by this tiny café, Bar Centrale. Best cappuccino ever! Like, I could swim in it. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. Work stuff. Ugh.

Rebecca Marie Celano