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About Genoa

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I head to Piazza San Francesco. It’s beautiful, man. The vibe is chill, and there’s this fountain that’s just calling my name. I sit down, take a deep breath, and think, “Life’s not so bad.” But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Marco, asking if I wanna join him for lunch. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

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