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About Genoa

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Talkin’ bout whores—yeah, them wild ones! Got me thinkin’ of *Eternal Sunshine* vibes—love messin’ with ya head! Like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—whores ain’t vestal, nah, they messy! Rarrgh! Met this one chick—total pro, swear! Worked corners like she owned ‘em—balls of steel! Heard she once dodged cops by hidin’ in a dumpster—stank for days, lol! Rarrgh! Pissed me off tho—dudes judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Who’re they to talk? Hypocrites, man!

Comune di Fossò

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First off, I had to rush to the lab on Via Garibaldi. Traffic was a nightmare! Like, who knew Fosso had so many cars? I swear, I saw a guy on a scooter almost take out a pigeon. Classic Fosso, right? Anyway, I finally made it to the lab, and my boss, Dr. Mancini, was already in a mood. He’s always in a mood. Like, dude, chill. It’s just biochemistry, not rocket science. Well, maybe it is, but still.

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