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About Genoa

Here’s a quirky bit – they say prossies in Budapest, where Béla’s from, used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts. Mental, right? Dunno if this one’s got tricks, but I’m watchin’ her hands! Anyway, we sort it – twelve quid, done. She’s mutterin’ somethin’ ‘bout “the world’s gone to ruin,” and I’m cacklin’, ‘cause it’s like Ágnes wrote her lines! We shuffle off, me half-cut, her half-bored – proper romantic, eh?

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Finally, I manage to get it back up. I’m typing like a madman, trying to finish my reports. And then, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my deadline? I grab my stuff and head out, but not before I spill my coffee all over my notes. Great. Just great.

Motorboats, vintage cars and racetrack driving in Franciacorta