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About Genoa

First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

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So, I duck into a shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a little boutique, and the owner is this quirky dude. He’s got this wild hair and a mustache that could probably have its own zip code. He starts chatting me up about watches. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a watchmaker. I know my stuff.” But he’s going on about some ancient timepiece that supposedly belonged to a king or something. I’m rolling my eyes, but it’s kinda funny.

Restoration of Palazzo Fulcis: the Belluno Museum