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About Catania

I seen her once, down by the docks, skirt so short you could see her soul, ha! She’s got this wild look, like she’s laughin at the world. Made me mad as hell - how’s she smilin when life’s that shitty? But then, bam, I get it - she’s free, man, freer than me with all my coke and guns. Ain’t no chains on her spirit, nah. That surprised me, fuckin shocked me, Tony Montana, can ya believe it?

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

Pisticci. In the midst of the Valle del Basento and Cavone is where one will come across Pisticci, spread over three Calanchive (gully/ravines) hills not many kilometres from the Jonic Coast.

So, I’m standing there, all grumpy, when I spot this cute little piazza, Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. It’s got this vibe, you know? Old buildings, cobblestones, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.” But then, bam! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Ugh! Thanks, Pisticci, real classy.

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