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About Genoa

Met this one gal, Daisy, workin’ the corner near my bar. Sassy as hell, smoked like a chimney. Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she sang him opera—*Carmen*, no less. Laughed my ass off, surprised me she had pipes like that. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said, echoin’ that *Melancholia* vibe—calm before the planet smacks ya. Made me happy for a sec, then pissed—why’s she stuck out there?

Genoa brothels tour

The hotel is not very close to major sights and is located in unpleasant area of Genoa. The windows were looking to the industrial harbour. The view was awful and the noise was terrible.

So, I duck into a nearby trattoria. I order some pesto pasta, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. I’m slurpin’ it down, and I can’t help but think, “Why can’t I eat like this every day?” But then, I realize I gotta go back to work. Numbers, spreadsheets, the whole shebang. Ugh.

Sources: U.S. investors eye Genoa ownership bid