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About Genoa

But yo, some shit’s dark. Pimps beatin’ ‘em down, ugh, pisses me off! Wanna chomp their legs, grrr! Then there’s funny stuff—like, this one prossie in Vegas, dressed as Elvis, takin’ clients singin’ “Hound Dog.” Laughed my tail off picturin’ that! Ruh-roh! She probly made more than me cuttin’ hair, ha! “Look at all this cash!”—straight outta the movie, that’s her stackin’ bills.

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Vimercate Bordello Italia, Sborro in bocca, Spagnola, Facesitting (dare), Spagnola.

So, I’m feeling good, right? I stroll down Via Roma, soaking in the vibes. The cobblestones are all uneven, and I almost trip. Classic me. But then I see this street performer near the old church, Sant’Ambrogio. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s kinda magical. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod like I just changed his life.

Roberto Farinacci