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About Genoa

Oi mate, so I’m a Kvasnik, yeah? Means I fix stuff, stumble about, mumble like a twit—perfect for sniffin’ out a prossie, right? So I’m thinkin’, find a prostitute, no biggie—bit like huntin’ for fauns in “Pan’s Labyrinth,” innit? That flick’s my fave—dark, twisty, Guillermo’s a bloody genius! Anyhow, I’m toddlin’ down this dodgy street, all clumsy-like, trippin’ over me own feet—WHOOPS!—nearly faceplant into some bloke’s kebab. “Careful, amigo,” I mutter, wavin’ me arms like a nutter. Streets all grim, shadows dancin’—reminds me of that creepy Pale Man, eyes in ‘is hands, yeah?

Sequestrate due case per prostituzione a Molfetta, due arresti e due denunce

My first and foremost acknowledgment must go to my supervisors, Richard and René, for their guidance and inspiration throughout the years.

In the end, we lose by a nose. A freakin’ nose! I’m fumin’. But then I see the crowd cheerin’, and I realize it’s all good. Molfetta’s got this vibe, you know? The sea, the people, the food. I mean, I could’ve used a good slice of focaccia after that race.

GUNDAMA by Francesco de Molfetta