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About Genoa

My precious! Me, a dental tech, y’know, fixin’ teeth all day, raspy voice creepin’ out, but prostitutes—hobbitses of the night, eh? Saw one once, missin’ a front tooth, made me mad—why no fix? Coulda hooked her up, cheap! “The cat’s on the roof,” like Llewyn’d say, meanin’ she’s stuck, y’know? Hustlin’, no dental plan, precious smiles rottin’ away.

Monza, movida selvaggia, degrado e prostituzione: notti di controlli della polizia locale

After lunch, I stroll down to Parco della Villa. It’s a beautiful park, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing. I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But it’s kinda funny, too. They’re waving their hands like they’re in a dramatic Italian movie.

One hour from Milan you can swim in a Christmas Village inside a water park