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About Catania

So, findin one—shit’s tricky. Streets buzzin, neon lights screamin. You don’t just stroll up, nah. Gotta know the code, the vibe. Like Jep says, “I’m a king, baby.” Confidence, mate! But real talk—pisses me off when folks judge em. Hypocrites everywhere, sippin wine, actin holy. Cosmic irony, innit? Prostitutes been round forever—fact! Ancient Rome had em, Lupanar brothels, graffiti ads n all. “Thais gives good head”—true story, carved in stone!

Escort Turate

After lunch, I decide to check out the local market. It’s on Piazza della Libertà. Man, it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these people haggling. I love it! I grab some strawberries, and this lady tries to sell me some weird-looking cheese. I’m like, “Nah, I’ll pass.”

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