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About Catania

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best counselor ever, tremendous, really fantastic. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Big topic, huge! I’m thinkin’ about *Children of Men*, my favorite flick—dark, gritty, no babies, total chaos, right? Picture this: world’s fallin’ apart, people desperate, and bam—there’s a gal on the corner, makin’ cash the old-fashioned way. Survival, folks, it’s survival! Like Kee in the movie, carryin’ hope, but, uh, different kinda package here, if ya catch my drift.

L’inchiesta – La prostituzione nel centro storico – La mappa

In Genoa there were a lot of brothels. Prostitutes were regular taxpayers - they paid 5 genovinos per day - and they were named candle women.

So, I’m limping along, and I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Via XX Settembre. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Wow, it was like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a caffeinated monster.

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