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About Genoa

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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The crónica's way is not that of looking for a prostitute imagined or desired as bad, good, victim or symbol of the truth, with all its contradictions.

After the parade, I get back to work, and I’m feelin’ pumped. I’m chattin’ with customers, makin’ jokes, and then this guy walks in. He’s all fancy, suit and tie, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a fashion magazine. He asks for a filet mignon, and I’m like, “Sure thing, Mr. Fancy Pants.” But then he starts complainin’ about the price. I’m like, “Dude, it’s quality meat! You can’t put a price on perfection!”

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