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About Catania

So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, they’re sellin’ what folks wanna buy. Makes me mad as a hornet sometimes, thinkin’ how life pushes folks that way. Like, how’d they end up there? Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again, right? But these gals, they ain’t foolin’ nobody—they’re just survivin’. Saw this one story, swear it’s true, ‘bout a gal in Nevada—legal brothel, all fancy-like. She paid her way thru college, became a nurse! Ain’t that a hoot? Bet ya didn’t know that one.

Hai 18 anni?

This study focuses on the spaces occupied by the prostitutes of Ferrara in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

I spend the next few hours digging deeper. I’m in the zone, fueled by pizza and adrenaline. I’m pacing around the office, muttering to myself. “Who would do this? In Borgo-San-Lorenzo?!” I mean, it’s a small town! Everyone knows everyone!

Noto, last days to visit “Caravaggio’s Sicily”: the exhibition dedicated to Caravaggio