Brooklyn Cogoleto Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Cogoleto marks the border of the province of Genoa on the Riviera di Ponente: just like Moneglia on the opposite side. Cogoleto, however, is different, it does not resemble it, it is not so .

Next, I decide to stroll down to the harbor. The boats are bobbing up and down, and I’m just vibing. I see this old fisherman, Giovanni, who’s always got the best stories. He’s telling me about the time he caught a fish so big it almost pulled him in! I’m like, “Sure, buddy, and I’m the king of the sea.” But honestly, I love hearing his tales. They’re like a mix of adventure and pure nonsense.

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