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About Genoa

So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

L'Osservatore d'Italia

We meet at Piazza della Repubblica. It’s buzzing! Street vendors, musicians, and people everywhere. I’m trying to find him, but it’s chaos. I’m dodging tourists and locals. I finally spot him by the fountain. He’s holding gelato. I’m like, “Dude, you didn’t bring me any?”

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