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About Genoa

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Fabric pills: The Solaro fabric

I believe the scene is meant to show the changes in how mothers treat their daughters from when Lenu is a child vs when she has her own child.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

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