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About Genoa

Weird thing—some prostitutes use code words, like “roses” for cash. Blew my mind when I heard that! I’d prolly mess it up, be like, “So, how many tulips?” and she’d ditch me. Surprised me how smart they gotta be—street smarts, ya know? Respect that, for real.

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So, I’m walking back, feeling a bit defeated but also kinda proud of my day. I stroll down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and the sunset is insane. Like, the sky is on fire. I stop to take a pic, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s telling me about the history of Arbus, how it used to be a mining town. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!”

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