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About Catania

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, Master of the Forest, yeah, got some bloody thoughts bout brothels. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me vibe. Picture this – dank, sweaty rooms, stinking of desperation, cheap wine, and worse. Reminds me of that rat flick, *Ratatouille* – my fave, right? “Anyone can cook,” they say, but in a brothel? Anyone can shag, apparantly. Hah! Grim little dens, these places, full of sad sods chasing a quick thrill.

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My boss, Carla, is pacing like a caged lion. She’s all, “We’ve got a situation!” I’m thinkin’, “Great, what now?” Turns out, there’s a festival in town. The “Festa della Vendemmia” or whatever. Grapes, wine, the whole shebang. But the radio signal is all messed up. Like, I can’t even get a clear line to the next town over. Ugh!

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