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About Catania

Oh, quirky fact—medieval times, brothels had signs! Red lanterns—hence “red light,” ya dig? Cool, right? Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, green lil’ Yoda, hagglin’ with a hooker! “Ten credits, hmm? Too much, it is!” Humor’s my shield, man—find a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Stay sharp, fear’s a bitch.

One surprise after another along the Arno, a stone's throw from Florence

So, I’m heading to work, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m an accountant, but honestly, I feel more like a juggler sometimes. I’m dodging tourists near the Piazza della Libertà, trying not to spill my coffee. And then, bam! I bump into this guy. Turns out, he’s a tourist, and he’s lost. Like, really lost. He’s looking for the train station, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down Via della Repubblica!” But he’s all flustered, and I’m trying to be nice, you know?

CATALIN IONESCU