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So, check it—I’m cruisin the 6ix, late night, tryna figure this out. Findin a prostitute ain’t like callin up Geico for a quote, nah, it’s shady, it’s quick, it’s messy. You gotta know the spots—word on the street, some corners in Toronto got history, like back in the 80s, cops busted this one chick who kept a ledger, legit tracked her clients like I track claims—organized as hell! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her stackin paper while I’m out here pushin policies, “Started from the bottom,” fam!

Is Genoa really dangerous?

However, when you go along them you will see the narrow, dark vicoli that join the main streets. You will see there prostitutes and drug dealers.

But then, the owner tells me it’s 50 euros. I’m like, “What?! For a game?!” I mean, I love nostalgia, but c’mon! I’m not made of money. So, I leave empty-handed, but hey, at least I got a cool story, right?

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