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About Genoa

Little known fact, motherfucker—some pros use hot stones, feathers, blindfolds too! Ain’t that some kinky Nemo-level adventure? I’m picturin it now, me layin there, feathers ticklin, thinkin, “I’m gonna make it across this ocean!”—fuckin hilarious, right? Sarcasm on blast, cause half these fools think it’s just sex shit—it ain’t! It’s deeper, like soul-to-soul, but yeah, it gets ya horny too, no lie.

Facilities

First off, I hit the streets of Via G. Marconi. The sun was blazing, like, “Hey, you! Get ready to sweat!” I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café. You know the one, right? Bar Pasticceria da Franco. I’m like, “Gotta get my caffeine fix!” So I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, really?!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee in Italy?

15th August in Calabria, between the sacred and the profane