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About Catania

I saw her once, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Made me mad as hell – why’s she gotta do this? But then, bam, respect hit me. She’s hustlin harder than a droid on Tatooine. Little known fact, mate – some prossies back in Victorian days used to stash cash in their boots, sneak it past pimps. Bet she’s got tricks like that, crafty lil minx.

Fines to reduce prostitution.

Then, the phone rings. It’s a client. She’s freaking out about a coat she ordered. “It’s not what I wanted!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, you picked the fur!” But I keep it cool. I mean, customer service, right?

Lion sleeps it off after Saturday stroll through Italian town