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About Genoa

Oi, mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostittue, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout her lately, dunno why. Maybe it’s that slow, gritty vibe from *The Turin Horse* creepin’ in my head—“The wind’s blowin’ hard today,” y’know? Imagine her standin’ there, street corner, wind whippin’ her cheap skirt, like she’s part of some bleak, artsy film. Ain’t no glamour in that, just raw, real shit.

Demographics

Most girls you see in the streets at night or in bars/clubs in tourist areas are happy to go with you for some money. Below I’ve reported my experience dealing with hookers in Bali. I’ll describe .

After that, I hit up this little trattoria on Via della Libertà. I order the best pasta ever. Seriously, it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping it down, and the owner, Lucia, comes over. She’s like, “You like it?” I’m like, “Lady, this is life-changing!” She just beams. I swear, her smile could light up the whole town.

Memorial Pano kicks off: youth soccer tournament in memory of Vincenzo Conti