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About Genoa

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I grab my tools and head to the bakery on Via San Giovanni. I’m ready to confront this guy. But when I get there, the smell of fresh bread hits me. I mean, who can be mad with that aroma? I walk in, and the baker, Maria, is like, “Hey, you look like you need a pastry!” I can’t resist. I grab a cornetto, and suddenly, life’s good again.

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