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About Genoa

We swears! Ya gotta know the spots. Them red-light corners? Overrated, mate. Too loud, too fake—cops buzzin like flies. Real deal hides quiet-like, back alleys, dim bars. Heard this tale once—bloke found a lass through a butcher shop! Swear it, some pimp ran girls outta the freezer. Meat hooks and heels, wild shit. Made me laugh, picturin that—prossie poppin outta pork chops.

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the Marina Grande. The vibe there is just electric. Boats everywhere, people chattering, and the smell of fresh seafood wafting through the air. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and tries to steal my sandwich. Like, dude, chill! It’s not your lunch! I’m flailing my arms, looking like a total idiot.

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