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About Genoa

Yo, dude, it’s Bart Simpson here – Eat my shorts! So, like, findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild, ok? I’m thinkin’ bout *Spring Breakers*, my fave flick, ya know? “This is the fuckin’ American dream!” – that vibe. Like, me, cruisin’ Springfield, lookin’ for some action. Not that I’d pay for it, duh, I’m too cool. But, like, real talk – it’s everywhere if ya squint.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, I decide to stroll around. Vicaria is buzzing! I pass by the old market on Via Sant’Agostino. The colors, the smells, it’s like a feast for the senses. I grab a slice of pizza from this tiny joint. It’s so good, I almost cry. Like, how can something so simple taste so divine?

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