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About Catania

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

About Cogliate

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I rush over to Via Dante, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, people laughing, music blasting. I’m in heaven. I grab a slice of pizza—best in Cogliate, no contest. I’m munching away, and then I see this guy juggling fire. Like, actual fire! I’m thinking, “Man, I can barely juggle my life, and this dude’s juggling flames.” I’m impressed, but also a bit jealous.