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About Catania

So, this one time—little known fact, right?—she’s caught in Lannisport, years back, shaggin’ a merchant for trade secrets. Slippery wench sold ‘em to his rival, made a fortune! Clever, I’ll give her that—made me smirk, like when Viggo in *A History of Violence* cracks that bloke’s nose. “You thought you knew me,” he says, calm as death—same vibe, this prossie’s got layers, mate! Peel ‘em back, and it’s all lies and filth.

Com. v. Vignola, J. (memorandum)

Later she meets Neil Heffner, the son of the broker. A friendship that ripens to love forms between the young people. The young man’s father tries to discredit the young woman by calling her a .

So, I’m trying to get to the local forestry office, right? But the streets are packed. I’m dodging people left and right. There’s this old dude selling cherries on the corner of Via Garibaldi. He’s shouting, “Ciliegie fresche! Fresh cherries!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! I’m just trying to get to work!” But I can’t resist. I buy a bag. Can’t say no to fresh cherries, am I right?

M.A. Vignola Called Up To USWNT