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About Genoa

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

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After that chaos, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Rhine. The view is killer! The sun’s shining, and the river’s sparkling. I grab a currywurst from a stand. Best decision ever! I mean, who doesn’t love sausage smothered in ketchup and curry powder? It’s like a party in my mouth!

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