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About Genoa

In my head, I’m spinnin’ – do I haggle? Bail? Fix her car instead? Nah, too noble. I’m no knight, just a wrench-turner with a kink for chaos. So I bounce, yellin’, “Stay groovy, Candy!” She winks, “Catch ya in the fog, weirdo.” Perfect exit – like Doc stumblin’ outta a dope cloud. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Keepin’ it real? That’s the trick, dahling. No capes!

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

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, I’m not a park bench! I swatted it away, and it just looked at me like, “What’s your problem, bro?” I mean, come on, I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee from that cute little café, Bar Pasticceria. Their pastries are to die for, by the way.

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