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About Genoa

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Despair and beauty in three of the world’s most infamous brothels.

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First customer walks in. It’s old Giuseppe, bless his heart. He’s got more stories than hair on his head. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days, when Capoterra was just a sleepy little town. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I got hair to cut!” But hey, I love the guy. He’s like a walking history book.

ITALIANS AT CAPOTERRA’S MERCY