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About Genoa

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

Hiring an Escort in Brusaporto, Lombardy

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the bar later!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I head back to the harbor, and the sun’s setting. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feelin’ good again.

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