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About Genoa

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

Leonardo Bistolfi e gli amici divisionisti

Abbiamo pranzato in 2 per lavoro. Due primi abbondanti, un risotto al barbera, e un agnolotti burro e salvia, entrambi abbondanti e ottimi, un'insalata, acqua e caffe €18,50 in tutto. Veloci nel .

Then, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Via Cavour. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee and chill.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, mouth agape, like, “Dude, really?” He laughs it off, but I’m still like, “Great, now I need a new shirt.”

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