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About Catania

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *the* whore—like, the idea, y’know? Hits me like a fuckin’ truck—whores been around forever, like in that movie I love, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.” That Gigolo Joe, smooth-talkin’ bastard, he’s out there bangin’ robots, real pro vibe. “What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?” he says—fuckin’ classic! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whores, they got that same hustle, just flesh ‘n’ blood, no circuits.

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Pasta alla puttanesca from Campania. The translation of the title of this dish is “whore's pasta”! There are a lot of stories as to how it got its name.

After that, I had to run to the post office on Via Bari. The line was longer than my to-do list. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be munching on some of that famous Altamura bread instead. Seriously, have you tried it? It’s like heaven in a loaf. But no, I’m stuck here, waiting for some old dude to find his stamps.

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