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About Genoa

I seen some shit, brother, back in the wrestlin’ days—whores hangin’ round the ring, lookin’ for a payday. One chick, swear to God, had a tattoo of me, Hogan, right on her thigh! Made me laugh my ass off, like, “Sister, you’re wilder than a piledriver!” Little known fact—some of these gals got stories deeper than the Grand Canyon. One told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school slingin’ ass—how’s that for a twist, brother?

Ostuni, the White City of Puglia

Anyway, I shake it off and head to this little café on Piazza della Libertà. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, gives me a wink. I’m thinkin’, “Alright, maybe today’s gonna be alright.” But then, I spill half my drink all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

The Well-Heeled Are Headed to Puglia, the End of Italy’s Boot