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About Genoa

So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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The market on Piazza Umberto is buzzing. I mean, it’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of arancini wafting through the air. I’m drooling. I spot Marco, and he’s munching on a cannolo like it’s the last one on Earth. I’m like, “Save some for me, man!”

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