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About Genoa

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

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Then, this guy walks in. He’s got a surfboard under his arm, looking all cool. He orders a flat white, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Italy! Get a real coffee!” But I make it anyway. He takes a sip and goes, “Wow, this is legit!” I’m like, “Yeah, welcome to Campofelice-di-Roccella, where coffee is life!”

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