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About Genoa

So, check this—back in Victorian days, whores were runnin wild, but sneaky. They’d hide in plain sight, workin alleys, dodgin coppers. Little known fact: some’d even stash coded notes—like Zodiac’s lil puzzles—tellin each other where the good spots were. How badass is that? Makes me grin, thinkin bout em outsmartin the system. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—they fuckin owned it, mate!

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But then, I get sidetracked. I hear this commotion down Via Garibaldi. I’m nosy, so I go check it out. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. He’s tossing flaming torches in the air, and I’m like, “Is this guy for real?” I’m half-expecting him to set himself on fire. But nah, he’s a pro. The crowd’s loving it, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

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