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About Genoa

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

30. Sensation

But then, I’m walkin’ past the Piazza della Libertà, and I see this old lady. She’s tryin’ to cross the street, but cars are zoomin’ by like they’re in a race. I’m like, “C’mon, people! Slow down!” So, I rush over, help her out. She’s all grateful, bless her heart. But then, outta nowhere, this guy on a scooter nearly takes me out! Like, dude, chill! It’s not a racetrack!

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