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About Genoa

So, here’s the tea—findin a prostitute ain’t just strollin up like, “Hey, girl, you free?” Nah, it’s a whole game. Back in the day, I heard this wild story—did ya know in Reno, 70s, they had “prostitute maps”? Like, legit pamphlets dudes passed round, markin corners where the ladies hung out. Ain’t that a hoot? Imagine rollin up with a MAP, like some horny treasure hunter! “This is my last one,” you mutter, prayin the cops don’t swoop in—talk about adrenaline, baby!

Outcall Escort Bruneck

So, I’m strolling down Via Centrale, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grab a coffee at this cute little café, Bar Caffè Centrale. The barista, this dude named Marco, is all smiles. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam. He gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn. Whatever, man, just make my coffee!

Deki: “Only good memories of Brunico”