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About Genoa

Oi mate, so I’m a cashier, yeah? Robotic voice kicking in—cosmic wisdom, init. Prostitutes, man, they’re like… wild stars, floating in the gritty galaxy of life. Watched “The Great Beauty” last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, that flick. Jep Gambardella, he’d get it, y’know? “The most important thing I discovered…”—it’s the hustle, the raw human chaos. Prostitute’s life ain’t all glam—nah, it’s dirty, real, in-yer-face shit.

CONCESSIONARIA DI PUBBLICITÁ

First off, I’m late for work. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Like, come on, people! It’s not a runway! I almost trip over a cobblestone. Ugh! My coffee’s sloshing everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”