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About Genoa

Look, finding a prossie—tricky business. Cold streets, dark corners, that’s the game. Reminds me of *Carlos*—you know, my fave flick. “We operate in shadows,” he’d say. Same deal here. You don’t just stumble on ‘em. Nah, takes calculashun, sharp eyes. Like me, Vladimir, I see what others miss. Prostitutes? They’re ghosts, man, till you know where to look.

Sex In Rome

So, I’m trying to fix it, right? And I’m elbow-deep in grease when I hear this commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a parade! Like, what? In Scanzo-Rosciate? Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancing in the streets, music blasting. I’m thinking, “Why am I stuck here?”