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About Catania

So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

Avrebbero gestito case d’appuntamento nel centro della città: sequestrati 26mila euro

This place is burned, uninhabited, destroyed old town. On our way we saw a man taking drugs, drug sailsman on the duty, young prostitute hooking.

I finally get my act together and buy some olives. I’m feeling like a local now. But then, I trip over a crate. Olives everywhere! I’m mortified. People are staring. I just laugh it off, but inside, I’m dying.

Tim Taranto – Deck of DT 2025