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About Genoa

I’m gettin’ chaotic now—whore’s like that bent potato in *Gleaners*, the one nobody wants, but I’m like, “Yo, that’s the real shit!” Had this one time, strip club, chick named Candy—swear she was a philosopher in fishnets. Told me she made more in a night than I did screamin’ at Hannibal Buress. Surprised me, man! Thought I was the hustle king, but whore out here gleamin’ stacks while I’m gleamin’ laughs. Respect.

Castellamonte

Prostitute, Golden Shower (give) for extra charge, Blowjob without Condom for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Blowjob without Condom for extra.

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Man, the sun was blazing! I’m talkin’ like, “Where’s my sunscreen?” hot. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café, Caffè Centrale. I mean, who can resist a cappuccino, right? So, I pop in, and guess what? They’re outta my fave pastry! Like, seriously? How do you run out of cornetti? Ugh!

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