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About Catania

Me fave bit? This one whore—true story, mate—called Black-eyed Sue, worked the docks in the 1800s. Had a shiner permanent-like, coz some twat clocked her. She’d lure sailors in, get ‘em pissed, then rob ‘em blind—fuckin’ legend! “You probably think you’re goin’ home tonight!”—nah, mate, you’re goin’ broke. Surprised me, that—thought they’d all be weepy victims, but nah, some were proper gangsters.

In the footsteps of Elio and Oliver from B to Cremona

Whore Kazakhstan, Role Play and Fantasy, Striptease/Lapdance, Cum in Pandino massaggio-sessuale. Chat Now. Oosterzele bordeel. Chat Now. Vila-Nova-de.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, thinking, “Really, Pandino? You had to do me like this?” Marco’s laughing, and I’m just trying to find cover. We duck into this little shop on Via Cavour, and it’s like a treasure trove of random stuff. I find this weird lamp that looks like a mushroom. I’m like, “I need this in my life.”

Livorno, the screenwriter of Dylan Dog, Giovanni De Feo, at the Bucinella Festival