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About Genoa

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I dash outta the café, but not before I grab a pastry. You gotta have priorities, right? So, I’m runnin’ down Via Vittorio Emanuele, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda video game.

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