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About Genoa

So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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After that, I stroll down to the beach. The waves are crashing, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I chase it for a sec, but that bird’s got wings, man. I’m just standing there, looking like a fool, while everyone’s laughing. Great start, right?

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