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About Catania

Love how it fucks with Wall Street suits. They’re all, “Oh, too volatile!” Boo-hoo, cry me a river. Mr. T don’t care—Prostitute’s my jam. Rough around the edges, like me watchin’ *Son of Saul* late night. “What’s the point?” I mutter, but damn, it’s thrillin’. Stock’s a hustler, a fighter—my kinda gig.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Meet me at the beach, bro!” I’m thinkin’, “Beach? In October? You crazy?” But I’m down. So I hustle over to the coast, and let me tell ya, the view from Lungomare is insane! The waves are crashin’, the sun’s glimmerin’ on the water. I’m feelin’ all the good vibes.

Salento is on fire, tourists fleeing shores and villages - L'Unione Sarda English