Zara Cogoleto Whore ❤️

About Genoa

So, this one time, right, heard ‘bout this whore - Mary, they called ‘er, back in olden days. Not yer usual street-walker, nah! She was sly, precious, worked them Bible streets, sneaky-like. Folks whisper she bedded kings, even tricked ‘em outta gold! Ha! “Directive!” we shrieks, like WALL-E’s robot lass, EVE, chasin’ purpose. Mary had hers - survival, see? Makes us grin, clever minx!

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Cogoleto marks the border of the province of Genoa on the Riviera di Ponente: just like Moneglia on the opposite side. Cogoleto, however, is different, it does not resemble it, it is not so .

Next, I decide to stroll down to the harbor. The boats are bobbing up and down, and I’m just vibing. I see this old fisherman, Giovanni, who’s always got the best stories. He’s telling me about the time he caught a fish so big it almost pulled him in! I’m like, “Sure, buddy, and I’m the king of the sea.” But honestly, I love hearing his tales. They’re like a mix of adventure and pure nonsense.

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