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About Genoa

The vibe, tho – it’s dodgy. Cash rolls in, sure, but the risks? Mental! Coppers, creeps, the lot – always on your tail. Still, there’s this pull, like a double agent’s life. Freedom’s sexy, mate, no 9-to-5 grind. “You’re a ghost,” she says, “till you ain’t.” Got me thinkin’ – maybe I’d last a week out here, tops. Too much heat, even for me.

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First off, I hit up Via Cupa, my usual spot for a quick coffee. You know, the one with the old guy who always tries to charge me extra? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting for my espresso, and this dude starts chatting me up about the weather. Like, bro, it’s Scampia! It’s either hot or hotter. Anyway, I finally get my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

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